Jewel of Indonesia.

These glimmering lights,

So new. 

Everything is new, 

I want the skyscrapers

And the walking populous.

The lion city,

The jewel of Indonesia.

So jagged,

So hungry for more.

I've seen the women of little India

And felt the brush of fine Chinese silk. 

The American dream persists. 

It becomes something finer,

And yet I hate it. 

It is me

Or perhaps the sign in between.

Am I elated because of my freedom, 

Or because the beauty of this jungle 

Takes my breath away?

Tell me,

Where do the lights and glamour end, 

And the history of this country begin?

Where does it stop being an American dream?

And start becoming a symbol of human dreaming?