The city with its many neon lights draws many who seek the excitement and highs of the urban life. One could find a disco every two blocks. All night long, the music blasts and the dance floor rocks.The city promises the pleasures of five senses.Now imagine yourself as a bird flying high above the city. What you see would be the busy city folks running around like little ants. Everyone just had one more thing to buy, one more place to go, and one more thing to do. Who among the busy folks would have time to stop and have a conversation with a random stranger at a bus stop?
Occasionally, the tiny ants would stop along their track to exchange a few politely distant remarks with one another. High above the ground, their conversations are only whispers, whispers about leaving behind hometowns without job prospects, whispers about dreams of fame and making it rich, or simply whispers about which brand-name store at the corner of the 72nd street and the 13rd avenue is throwing the sale of the year.
Now imagine yourself as one of the dreamers in this big city. This is where you are, on the outskirt of a great big city that hummed its many whispers. Each night, you dreams of giving the greatest concert of the century. Your guitar would sing many quick crescendos under the caress of your fingers, and crowd below the stage would just be mesmerized. You would be at the center of the creation, your music connecting you to the hearts of your fans.
So you keep on walking without a purpose, past rows of empty seats. Your songs would not be heard. A demon whispers in your ears. There is just one too many.
city with its many neon lights promises the pleasures of five senses. The disco music is loud enough to drown out the whispers of many lonely and lost souls in the big great city.Who would teach the lost souls how to see the world in a grain of sand, to see heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour?