My Brooklyn Perspective
brooklyn is like a river
never stopping
always leading somewhere
never know where it will lead
just know that it flows somewhere and you follow
accidents. . . .
collisions
police come to the scene and restore order
drivers honk and yell
Brooklyn is sometimes like a quiet vacation
there's always a place away from the noise and chaos
a spa, a buffet, a nice place to crash and chill
trying to beat the clock
drivers honk and yell
all trucks, cars, and vans packed like sardines
all going different directions on the same route
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