It looks so small from up here, but I know if I were down in those streets it would feel endless. The maze of metal and glass, the spires and speeding cabs, the cacophony of it all bringing me to life.

But I don’t belong here anymore, I feel too old for the speed and chaos, too tired. Once I danced to pulsing music under flashing lights and felt invincible. Now I go to work and go home and feel invisible.

But, you will find there’s some life in me yet if you can get me to the city again.

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