New York City Stories

~ A compilation of true and strange tales born from the city streets and some creative prose for laughs ~

Today

Today I let myself go, Unafraid

Everything before void of purpose, integrity

In New York people store themselves away

They put on stoic plastic faces

Run like rats in manmade tunnels

Lock their hearts in safes of stainless steel

Running rats with plastic faces

Wanting to be noticed afraid to be recognized

You lose yourself, Identity!

Today I ripped my stoic face off

Threw it to the ground

And smashed it with my tennis shoe

Without regret pushed onward to the beat

Of my plastic steps, the stoic face

Mashed in the tread of my shoes

Crunch crunch crunch

How silly I've been taking myself so seriously

In a city made of stone and plastic faces

Today I found myself again

My life began Today