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