To breathe in the city that never sleeps

Everyone is on

an adrenaline rush,

pacing

fast

like a violent heart,

with people often colliding

in every which way

as they drift about

sporadically

like molecules

dispersing

in the air.

The shapes and colors

all melt

and boil away

into a big blur.

Sometimes I like to stand still

and watch it all

pass me by

as everything

moves

in fast motion.

The people always pace

fast

like a violent heart;

each one shifting

in a unique direction,

determined to get where they’re going

as fast as they can.

Sometimes I wonder why

everyone is in such a hurry

because

in the end,

we’re all going to the same place.