the buildings are alight
the cars are passing by
the city lights are beautiful
and the people are still h a p p y.

the air is cold
everything is being sold
to desparate people and wealthy idiots
and emotions unfold.

people are crying,
laughing,
screaming,
smiling,
hurting,
healing,
kissing,
shoving.

everyone is in a hurry,
to go nowhere but through the wind,
or they're lost in their own worlds
as if nothing else exists.

new york is crying "winter"
but no one is in coats.
the sky is hollering and pounding
but no one will ever know.
our reflections in the mirrors,
seem to grow younger as we grow old,
as children become parents,
and the wealthy lose their gold.

as if no one else could sense this,
I close my eyes and take it in.
I'll tell it to my children
that I'll have with him.