I see you Brussels

I see you a name refuses to die

I see you traveling in the lens of tourists,

sprinting in the grasses of eye

I see you a Chocolate engulfing me from all directions…

I see you flittering stars that littered on the roads instead of the sky

I see you a motive to those who’d spent their life trying to try

I see you despite all wrinkled faces,

and those who adore their races

I see you an elegant man fastening his tie,

Before he approves

The petition of the open doors policy

I see you Brussels!