We are in the perfect moment.
Are you very, very ready?
If you agree that this is the perfect moment, then follow me. This is my kingdom, my empire. A glass castle-shiny and white-and quiet like I want it to be. People don't cheer when I pass, they don't notice. I don't need them to. I'm in a hurry, plunging unavoidably in a single direction. Everyone else is on their way, heading somewhere, anywhere, pulled by the forces that pull all of us. I take a deep breath, grit my teeth, and strain myself against the ground, against the air and the sky. I have to be strong.
If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere.
It's up to me...
My aspirations are held in my chest, wrapped warmly in my head, but it's up to me to make it happen. I have to choose every turn, avoid every obstacle, and trust myself completely. This is what dreams are made of: letting the in-crowd go bad wherever they are, letting go of each breath and letting it float into the air, letting worries be as irrelevant as they really are. When the going gets tough, worry doesn't help at all, only determination can see me through.
And so I fly down through my glass castle, an empire made of shining crystal snow, releasing into the air when cliffs drop out from under me, and absorbing back into the ground as if gravity pulled me there. I'm not without fear, in fact it helps drive me.
And elation.
Cus I'm in New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do!
Now you're in New York!
These streets will make me feel brand new,
Big lights will inspire you!
Hear it for New York!
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