I see everyone running. They always are late for something. Late for a bus. Late for a train or late for meeting someone.
At nights, the city whispers of all the things you can't become. Some are lost to the traffic. Some are lost in the sweat. Some tremble under sun and some evoporate in the rush. Dreams. Your dreams.
In the city rush, stand still.
Don't fall for the rush. Don't fade away into nothing.
Stand still with all your bits. Hold on to your dreams and thoughts that got you here.
When worlds around you are slipping, stand still.
Be aware of your breath. Be aware of your existence!
Let the the city's noise not reach you. Stand strong. Stand tall. Stand still !