The City

the city looks different from 19 floors up but the sky seems even further away, cars so surreal like matchboxes with wheels shine with the glint of midday, she sidewalks are full of hustle and bustle, mass confusion to and fro, like rats in a maze they walk in a daze, there's always some place to go. No time to think, to stop is to sink for money is the essence of time. Here in the city it doesn't pay to be witty, just do what you're told for a dime.