An island so long, so narrow and tall
Drenched by a warm invisible sun
Hidden from view above concrete and metal
Visible only to those at the very top

Weaving relentlessly across massive barriers
A glimpse perhaps, or just a feeling
Beating down onto those who rarely see
Climbing man made mountains for just one look

Streets and avenues gasping for relief
Inhabited by those in search of light
A cauldron of humanity encapsulated in a bubble
Living inside their self-made pressure cooker

Day after day, they know it exists
Hours spent dreaming of unrestricted views
Clear blue sky adding to perpetual frustration
Freedom granted by an exit strategy planned in advance

Surrounded on all sides by grey polluted rivers
Bridged in places with man made monstrosities
Digging tunnels to relieve the burden each night
Emptying contents onto land overpopulated by invaders

This is no paradise for those who seek natural beauty
Wildlife found only in the form of gangs and nightclubs
Vegetation minimized to small parks and grocery stores
This is an island like no other. This is Manhattan.