As I step out my door; I am assaulted with life, This energy that surrounds me creates a high that can't last.
Still there is something so soothing swimming in this sea of anonymity.
As if this stage has been set with stand-in's who don't know me.
Kings and paupers rub elbows en route to their various destinations in cattle cars more populated then some European nations.
I am a thief stealing time to soak it all in. Every building I pass a window to this city's soul.
As made evident to the masses down below, looking up at the "corner office thugs" with their hearts as dark as coal.
Every nation is represented; every culture pours in to be tested.
While the tenements grow thicker with their dreams that are wasted.
However, light reflects beautifully off these canyon walls of industry, and every street I pass dulls this blade of nostalgic misery.
I never felt more peaceful than in this city of noise; I have never felt more confident than when surrounded by her poise.
written by- Aaron Gabrielsen
