  Nothing ever stops No one stops to breathe. Life just pushes Ever forward. No time to feel Don't even stop to think.
Going and going Constantly trudging Against the forces of nature. This city laden in steel, High rises reaching for the clouds Built on the greed and loneliness That comes from that Constant and persistent Need for power and glory. This place - A beacon for the mongers- Also houses the contrary As lovingly As it embraces the wealth. The steel and concrete tower over, Taunting you to live here, Work here, BE here. All the while Cold and unphased By the weeping on its steps.
The true city of the bi polar, Contrary contradiction of arrogance. Too beautiful to ignore Too unsettling to embrace. To watch it from the outside Is thrilling and spectacular, To exist and survive is a trudging And drudgery of swimming In a cest-pool of discarded dreams. But the rain washes it all away, And out to the shore Filled with medical waste The needles of the junkies The discarded butts Of momentary relief.
Around every corner is an addiction- Waiting to take hold Of you neck and pull you down Unto the filthy streets. The drugs, the booze, the sex The pure hunger for the extreme The desire for the excess. We move in packs Never connecting Avoiding eye contact Talking and never listening Always lost in the three Inches in front of their existence Never seeing past their own Cluttered life. Unable to understand their happiness. Avoiding the past pitfalls. Grasping for an unattainable ideal. Refusal to be part of the pack. Separating themselves from That which can make them feel. These are the dwellers Of this city of bright lights and loud noises.
This place that never stops moving. Where time waits for no man And no man has patience for time. 
