Heartbeat

This city has a heartbeat.
When you walk, you feel it in your feet
The ever pulsating rhythm of millions
Dreaming bigger than the stars can imagine

A hundred hundred thousand wishes reaching up
To the skyscrapers that scratch the smoggy atmosphere and
Tear a hole in the fabric of reality
One collective roar of infinite possibility

When you are here
Anything is possible.

The tires burn the roads, black on black, yellow and green zipping by
Containing the the whispered stories of a thousand entangled lives
 Just for a moment you exist in theirs

She walks with a limp, the woman in the red coat whose eyes are
Fixated on her cell phone
She does not see me watching, does not hear me believing with every fiber
Every spark of my whole being that
All of her dreams will come true.

When you are here
Anything is possible.

The man in the business suit who is looking for an address at
Ten pm overlooks me
Inconspicuous on a two-wheeled contraption making my own
Dreams come true
Like so many others in this ever-ticking city
Where the clock never stops

And anything. Anything can happen.