A Big city and a little guy
That’s how I pictured myself sitting on the rooftop.
This place wasn’t expected to be sweet, nor peaceful, nor the keys to a better future.
And as far as I’ve seen, it’s still none of those things.
Yet, I was told this city isn’t what it used to be, with its greater days behind it.
I was told that “the city that never sleeps” still had trouble getting up in the morning.
But I never saw it that way.
There’s still places up all night, closing in the morning,
And others that’re up all morning, to continue that New York motion.
They’re all still out there
Thing is, you just gotta know where they are.
Some are inside,
Some are online,
Some are still on the streets,
Some have gone somewhere else,
And some haven’t moved at all.
However, the city has changed;
Its smell has grown funnier,
The food has changed cultures,
The people have gotten older,
But one thing stays the same.
The rhythm,
The beat,
The heart of the Big Apple,
Still strong at its core,
With always room for more.
So much see from this short rooftop,
Yet there’s so much behind what my eyes can reach.
Waiting to be explored,
Waiting to be discovered,
Waiting to be enjoyed,
So much of this city I’ve yet to explore,
So I have to keep on moving,
Just once I’m off the rooftop,
And onto the concrete where life seems to grow.
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