The city that never sleeps,
The light, always high and bright
The people, always ready, eager
and on the move. Full of energy, full
of vigour of that bustling city life.
The city that never sleeps. with all its glory
And beauty, With all it’s mighty and Charisma,
It was put on pause all of a sudden.
It was an overwhelming experience. It came out of nowhere, without warning, without enough mental preparation, the street went salient.
The once crowded hotspot became a ghost town. Our own homes feel like a prison, instead of feeling like a place of peace and relaxation.
The things we took for granted are the things we crave the most, the things we think that where Inconsequential is now Important.
The Fear of the unknown has Paralyzed most, crippled some and has left a scar in many. The once Magnificent is now salient, its people weep behind closed doors.
We try to stay optimistic but the news downs our spirit, But one thing for sure is, as far as the city stands hope is lives.
The people are strong, waiting for when the city we regain its gory again. They know its step by step. But we know we can get there. We know things won’t be the same, but we are excited to see the updated version of this city we call home. Oh, our city that never sleeps.
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