Yo, welcome to Mountain-Top (us)!

I live here as a fam psych.

Streets buzz like wild hearts.

Maple Street cuts the city in half.

Downtown’s lit and gritty, man.

The old bridge hums deep tunes.

"You merely adopted the dark."
I stroll Riverbend Park at dawn.

It hugs the Wild River snugly.

Kids laugh near the fountain.

Its spray chills my anxiety.

Crazy vibes, you know?

I see unspoken family dramas.
Hillcrest neighborhood, pure gold.

Houses whisper memories in silence.

There’s a tiny cafe, Cuppa Joy.

Its coffee keeps me sane.

I once spilled gossip there.

Dude, it nearly broke me.
Northside’s edgy and raw.

Graffiti shouts silent therapy.

I lean on each wall.

It listens like a dear friend.

"Let the right one in."

Mystic words echo my mood.
I wander past Shadow Alley.

Its secrets wake my mind.

Neon lights flicker erratically.

My heart races, then slows.

I laugh, cry, feel all.
Bane style in each step:

"You merely adopted the dark!"

I get pissed at injustice.

Every corner holds hidden scars.

I lecture families near sunset.

Street talks are my therapy.
Sometimes, I slack on Parkview Rd.

Trash bins and stray dogs.

Mad, but real, you know?

I see dreams in broken eyes.

Each street speaks to my soul.
I feel lucky here, bro.

Even bitter moments are gold.

Mountain-Top (us) grips me hard.

Its moods mirror my therapy sessions.

Crazy, messy, yet tender.
I gotta jet.

Remember: embrace the broken lights.

“You merely adopted the dark."

Peace, friend, safe travels.