If you want to find yourself
Vegas may not be your place
You might find your inner Elvis
Or worse, a pack of rats
Walk sober at midnight
from Mandalay Bay
To the Palazzo
And then back south
Look hard at the faces
Listen to the yelps
Sit for a time
As the parade passes
Ask yourself what that is
Is it a form of joy?
Was love waiting on you
When you got back?
Desert fountain
I fear for your future
But it's the clanging machines
That must not last
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