I am a city,
a billion ephemeral stories and invisible stars,
Ethereally so.
I embody the young and the hopeful
who litter the grimy streets with
beating hearts and cheap supermarket cola.

I am a suburb, the countryside.
I am superior--I make wishes
on genuine stars,
not blinking helicopters.
Lackadaisically closing my eyes,
I relax to the slow ticking
of an unhurried clock.
At least I am not a city rat.
Scurrying to my next appointment,
my next sleepless night.

But what am I really?
Alone and unlike
the throbbing masses of ideas,
the seeds of inspiration.
Who am I?
What are we?

We combine and collaborate,
weave threads of visions and design,
into the tapestry of humanity.

I am a city.
We are a city.