The sun shines through the darkness
And I open my eyes
I'm no longer where my roots are
The sun is the only thing that keeps me alive
I wonder what a world without sun and a moon will be like
The sun that shines through my window is dead
The streets are concrete and the moon hides away
Street lights cast the stars
Some people fake happiness
Other people insist on being angry
Other people are insane
Some people are traumatized
All these people are a product of a random world
Most people don't care; they have no time to care for random people
People sleep, eat, work,
The monotonous cycle repeats
New York is a dead city
I want to run to the sun
But I got used to the randomness