To New York City I fly
The polar opposite appeals
Rerun my day, I won’t
I prefer to clear the board
Live the story of the now
Forgive me, then
Concrete, fast streets
Live up to your promise
Fill me, the determined
Make me desire your pulse
And beat to your drum
Laden with stop lights
You still command go!
By example I must proceed
Fast, forward
By Colette Cosky
