Ever been to the city?

I assure you it is pretty.

The sky scrapers tower,

Amazing is electric power,

Drove miles to see.

Here futures come to be.

The eccentric mind of man.

All from drafts, drawn by hand.

Transportation swifts on time,

For here we run, to catch a dime.

In great amounts the people enter.

To my destination, not to deter.

Countless hours in the subway.

Time to think I may.

I hear next stop beep,

That guy next to me asleep.

Loudly he snores,

Taking at ease the downpour.

The oddity when masses gather.

I wonder what the matter?

There’s strange creatures,

With wild features.

Bums or regulars come in.

Know your approach within.

The insanity and chaos,

Renewed like mildew grass gloss.

Please let me enjoy this coffee.

For tiredness needs to be set free.

Cold mornings to bundle up for.

The day, I know asks for more.

As long as trips are,

Scenic is what’s a far.

Nature is a sight that’s vast.

Here’s where I cast.

Where teams cheer for trophies!

And unmentionable funnies.

Drunken crowds are a sight!

Laughter, when they fight.

Reckless fun when your young.

And look a championship clung.

B-balling the talk,

Because it’s been a long walk.

Written in chalk is pride.

For unfearful is the ride.

The palm trees paint horizons

As jam, in the sky smears on.

Melodies are inspired on vistage,

Instruments tune up on stage.

As art flows around and about.

Amazing! In a mesmerizing shout.

The old relics that must seen.

Are applauded by the artistically keen.

So giant is the world, on a set location.

And me, just one living in motion.

A footprint is the soul,

As you head out the door.

This ancient land of prehistoric.

Comes with palm trees as stoic.

A relaxing view of many ages,

That just ends up filling pages.

The land of the lost.

Home of the tropical moss.