I TAKE MY FIRST BREATH OF THE DAY IN THE CITY,
FOR I AM NOT TRULY ALIVE OR AWAKE UNTIL I AM THERE.
PEOPLE AROUND ME, MOVING, STIRRING THE POT,
OH, HOW I LOVE THE TASTE OF IT.
I WAS DEAD, LONELY, SILENT, BUT NOW I AM HERE,
PEOPLE, AIR, BREATH AND SOUND UPON MY FACE.
AH, THE CITY!