Upper West Side

I like looking at people....

Maybe sort of like what Virginia Woolf said,

"I am one of them." (Alright, I am only gonna be 36... not yet that old and I still get ID when trying to get my smokes.)

They are all young and energizing... with that beautiful outlook for life...

That beautiful outlook regardless of their chronical age...

I look at them as they speak, as they move, and as they passed me by...

And I draw self-referencing kinda idealogy from the vibration I sense through their joyful speech...

And, I think,

How wonderful...

Upper West Side...

The joyful and vibrant air of youth...

And, I thought,

How I would miss you...

Upper West Side...

The joyful and vibrant air of youth...

With or without my delusional self-referencing...

Thou will still be full

Upper West Side.

I shall be gone..

Thou will remain energized

by the air of youthfulness

Upper West Side.

One day,

Shall I return

thou will still be mine.