New York, where you share your thoughts with every other sound.
Invaded constantly because there is always something going on.
You're trying to squeeze all of your thoughts together but they are always exploding outwards.
Getting away from you.
Never really a part of you?
Just a part of what is next to you.
New York
Just a place to spend some time
How about a life time?
Awoken in the middle of the night, a sudden chill runs up my spine.
I've got to get there. How much time? I am out of time.
Always out of time.
Always in with the Fashion
Statement,
Wouldn't want to be nobody.
What is a nobody in New York?
I wouldn't know.
Because I'm somebody!
On the scene,
All the spoken languages
Turning into meaningless babbles.
All the spoken languages reminds me of how some Mayor once said, "We are a tolerant State".
New York! I feel like quiting but I can't.
Am I addicted?
Could it be that I would just quit anywhere.
You & I, we are so used to our environment.
Always saying that we are getting out,
But we are not, are we.
New York, come and spend some time, share your magazine with the person next to you
While on the train
Taking a ride
Strike up a conversation?
That's not too bad.
Now you're being a New Yorker.
Written by, Francisco- the guy who is pictured way below an
another post- making the furniture for me.