You've never really wanted to live
Until you've folded your arms
In their carefully pressed blazer sleeves
Until you've stood alone
Feet planted on artificial ground, unshakeable
Until you've scanned across the smoky city skyline
Through a floor-to-ceiling window dotted with rain
Until you've had your breath stolen
Not by the vertigo of the skyscraper's top floor
But by the sheer determination that this city--
It will be a kingdom again
And you, its ruler.