The never sleeping people
Inside of an ever-busy city.
Something new around every corner,
A discovery on every street.
Taxies honk and hunt for their prey
Searching for someone lost,
Or for someone with a destination.
Buildings stretch to the sky
And planes fly overhead.
People coming and going -
Does anyone call this home?
So small amid the crowds
So minute against the skyscrapers.
Just one in a sea of faces.
No one knows you here.
Is that freedom?
Or isolation?
A homeless man sits
In front of a corporate building,
Asking those in designer socks
For the change in their pockets.
But no one stops,
No one looks,
No one sees
He's human.
They're the same.
And so they give nothing,
And nothing changes.
No time for boredom,
No distance between you
And your desires.
You can get anything here,
Anything is possible.
The city's fine,
But you can't see the stars here.