The city that never sleeps

I woke up in a place unknown

Everyone was moving fast

They seemed busy

Everywhere you turn is a new journey

Even though everything looks the same

The streets are numbers

The building are 20 stories high

You have to be "special" to visit many of those floor

No one notices you are there

No one would notice if you were gone

People describe it to be fun

They say it is made of dreams

But actually if you don't have what it takes

You simply get stepped on

This is what happens in a place I love to be

A place where nobody knows anyone else

Yet everyone knows eachother

This is what happens in a silly little place I like to call

New York City

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