Spirit of this city

Somewhere in the corner, on the window seat,
Amidst all the rush and the noise and the heat.
Just observe and stare and look and watch,
How this city takes the meaning of struggle up a notch.

The student before you trying to get a last minute read,
You marvel at the level of dedication indeed!
The group that manages to stretch every vocal chord,
Oh how they revel in singing the praises of their Lord!

A vendor, at the top of his voice, selling his wares,
He has a big dream and this is his first step getting there.
The guy at the door who thinks he looks cool standing there,
I guess everybody likes the feel of wind in their hair.

The 'train group' discussing their political views,
The people with the papers getting their early morning news.
The stock market guy with his 'expert advice',
And ofcourse that one cute girl with a smile so nice.

The lady back from office with her vegetable bag,
The poor kid begging for pennies in his old torn rag.
It's like when you look around, so much energy and life,
The spirit of this city, in the middle of all the strife.