Can you make my time stop again?

No future, no past, just what is now.

New York, can I get hit by a bus to find out how

I can afford to buy an apartment by milking the cash cow.

Lafayette or H, you pick.

With you I feel no age, no stick.

Where I can wear whatever I want,  hair clipped.

Walk until I burn off the greese off my hips.

Can you make my time stop again?

Just so I don’t loose track of your scent and pretend

To hold my breath until I can enjoy your air again.

Every brick and bump shaping a chrysalis,

for those who don’t mind looking up tripping ofttimes.

Your light surrounds me and warms my soul,

my desires replaced by hope,

that there is a place that accepts me for who I am,

a place of people like my own.