Do you feel the weight of my dreams and my desires?
Do you feel the weight of my steps on your city streets?
Do you feel the weight of my urgency, to be who I need to be, today today today?
Do you feel my fears New York?
Do you feel my insecurities and weaknesses as they ooze off me and onto your streets?
Do you feel my unraveling resistance to your way of life?
Do you feel me in the corners of your buildings, or in the shadows of your trees, feeling very small, or very very lucky to be able to dream this big, to live this lovely, to be right here?
Do I need to jump up New York? Do I need to yell? Do I need to pound my heels to your pavement so that maybe, just maybe, you'll feel the tickle of one more person who came for something - even if it's just to say, I was carried by her,