Feel the pulse of the light,
Smell the ambition in the air.
Teeming with opportunity,
This is the dream land.
Skyscraper castles,
Cement gold streets;
Sidewalks filled of
Lone ranger fleets.
I pray I'll find my purpose
In this powerhouse of life.
I'm so enchanted
By its promise of strife.
I'll keep my wits about me
And be wary where I tread
But this uncharted world
Is where my future lies ahead.
