to bring your soul to new york city.

Talk to me of your discontent 

with the world,

with the systems 

you help to create and maintain. 

This hurt feels like it will last forever. 

You were left heaving 

on the shoulder of a great beast. 

It breathes and you are thrown off;

a child again. 

The taller the hotel rooms climb, 

the softer the beating of your heart

until it stutters and gasps and pitches. 

A reminder to BE ALIVE NOW. 

You lie on your belly

on rock made of nothing 

and wait for the beast's return. 

You would do anything 

to never be found.