Atlantic city nights

Sometimes the things we're looking for, the things that will set us free are right in front of our very eyes; hidden in the face of the moon, in the eyes of a lover, in a wax poetic depiction of life....  The beauty of the world and the pulse of a city...life, love, longing, it's all in front of us, lost in the smuged beauty of the world and waiting for a wide eyed dreamer to stumble upon it.  I have found the meaning of life, love, and longing all in my fair Verona.  And i thank her for it.  Hidden in the neon lights and dirty streets is a dreamers paradise.  In these cold Atlantic city nights i have found all i ever needed to know.  Thank you fair Verona, thank you