this city

The city never sleeps,
The last bus runs,
Just as the first one begins.
I am the city,
With wide eyes,
With thoughts and ideas,
Intersecting on every street.
As each car travels,
To its destined path,
My heart beats on every
Avenue, crosswalk and stop light.
Blood veins of my ancestors
Run under each cement road,
Carrying every hope and dream
Of those of us who keep going.
This city never sleeps.
Even under the new moon,
Of the quietest night,
There’s an energized calm
That keeps us alive.

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