© Jaimey Perham - 07/23/2014

Set on a journey, a path of self-discovery

I arrive in a bus to the magic city of Maastricht

Ancient statues of great men welcome my arrival

A red church in the square haunted by a dark past

Caves and tunnels speak of World War II tales

Rivers twist and turn down through the country side

Tourists flock to hash bars that scatter the old town

Porn shops distract the eyes of passer byes

Education teaches the young within the city walls

Quiet people flow down narrow brick streets

Small shops with books and clothes

Frites with mayo for lunch, or dinner whenever hungry

Disco music comes from the clubs at night

Locals and foreigners talk all night in the cafes

Artists smoke American cigarettes on sofas

Players play pool with pretty women

Independent films play on the small screen

Draft beer served at the community theater each week

River boat with students, drifts slowly down the lazy river

Painted buildings of various shapes on the shore 

Alone, I leave the once hospital now turned dormitory

I listen to live music in the dark neon sign lit night

I arrive at the colorful carnival down in the city square

And say a prayer to the man who jumped to his death

From the red church in the magic city of Maastricht