Getting There

So this is what it sounds like

To be listening for a moment

To tune out chatter in my head

And tune in to the world instead

And this is what it looks like

With eyes open for a moment

To notice what’s outside of me

To look around and really see

And there’s a strange kind of clarity

A strange kind of harmony

And I stop and breathe the life

That’s in the air

So this is what it feels like to be here

Instead of getting there

Just look at all these people

Colliding for a moment

I’ve trained myself to just ignore

To shuffle chaos out before

But this is how it feels to be alive in New York City

To stop and live inside my skin

To let in the heat of all the bodies

the migration of the car

To see all these different faces,

And that who's to who they are.

And there’s gum on the seats,

And graffiti on the wall,

But It’s real, and it’s here

And I’m part of it all

So this is what it feels like

To be happy in the moment

To realise it’s ok

We all get stuck on our way

And there’s a strange kind of family

A strange kind of harmony

You can feel it

You’re open and unaware

And this is what it feels like to be here

And happy in the moment

And getting there