I am awake.
Blood's rushing through
My eyes
They make me whole
I was in deep, deep
Deep slumber, but
The sunlight'***** me and
I'm going home
To New York
Where beasts are made
And fantasies come bearing
gifts and utter losses, but
it's exactly why we thrive
We **** heads and shout at peace
The traffic at 45th street
hot dog stands filled with dreams
Lonely writer in her sweats
Coffee shops and yoga pants
people who live in zombie land
But, don't you worry my dear
New York
I'm awake now
Lemme hear you roar