I think that the city is alive;

That it is a creature, a beast,

As busy as a buzzing hive,

From the West side, to the East.

Upon neverending train tracks,

The movements of the trains

Are the flowing of the city's blood,

Through arteries and veins.

The city's structures are its organs,

Every person is a cell.

And the city begins to grow,

As the population swells.

A creature of hustle and bustle,

You can watch the city thrive.

And if you stop and sit down for some time...

You too will think it's alive.