Something about eating a bagel
toasted with butter
With Blue Eye's, "World on a String,"
playing in the Manhattan morning keeps me alive.
I know if I can make it here
I can make it anywhere
But why?
What about these stone cold sidewalks
or disgruntled cab drivers
or sewer rats of colossal size
intrigues me?
Is it odd that 8 million people on 1 island
seems serene to me?
My thoughts more room to fly
My ideas more people to share with
One more bite
Before the Final Curtain
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
Something about eating a bagel
toasted with butter
With Blue Eye's, "World on a String,"
playing in the Manhattan morning keeps me alive.
I know if I can make it here
I can make it anywhere
But why?
What about these stone cold sidewalks
or disgruntled cab drivers
or sewer rats of colossal size
intrigues me?
Is it odd that 8 million people on 1 island
seems serene to me?
My thoughts more room to fly
My ideas more people to share with
One more bite
Before the Final Curtain
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