Contra

My life is a contradiction,
for I dream of
expensive luxuries,
and living with frugality.

I dream of skyscrapers,
big and tall,
while thinking of the cool little corner,
with the cool little cafe.

I dream of long freeways,
great suspension bridges,
and tight switchback roads,
7000 feet above the ground.

I dream of exotic food,
prepared for me by other hands,
and not forgetting the rice cooker,
nor the chicken in the stove.

I dream of contra,
and live in irony,
for one ways are only useful
for the streets paved downtown.