Twenty-four hour bars, noisy passing cars
Street lights [...] swelled with stars
Like sidewalks and broken hearts
The homeless and wealthy walk 
the same streets with bodies chalked.
The outline is washed away 
to guide us to another day.
What I see is a city full of people looking
back at me; wonder if they'll see what I see
What I see is a city full of people looking
back at me ... wonder if they'll see me