New York TimeA Poem by Nick.B
Taking a new road in a new town
thinking that this new start can't be that bad, had enough of all this misery and reality, thinking New York is my escape from this mentality Seeing how the Hudson river flows, seeing all the people glow, "Maybe this could be it? Maybe this new song isn't that hard for me to hear it, why not try to sing it Maybe this New York time it's for me?" Coming from the Highway where no joyful man has ever been, I really want to be one of them, but this Highway is full of broken souls, Thinking that I could never reach that goal, running from all the control "Maybe this New York time it's for me,I really want to enroll!" © 2013 Nick.BReviews
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