We live for the adrenaline rush,
The rush that makes our heart skip a few beats,
The rush that makes our minds clouded,
The rush that makes us feel alive.
We live for the memories created by the process,
Running through the vast tunnels
Concealing ourselves from the trains the move by our bodies briskly.
Or gazing over the city a thousand feet above, and no one below knowing we’re watching them
We live for the thrill, for the height, for the risks.

We’re the city kids that no one talks about.