NYC 2018 (8 Million Stories)

Everyone has a story
Everyones own start
Unique
Like the beat of their heart
Here we are
Not at all apart
On top of each other
Literally
Stacked forty stories high
No one waves bye
Looks and says hi
When a million other faces walk by
Why not?
Why not try?
Why not wave that hardened life goodbye
See those other stories as Divine
Even though there are more than 8 million combined
Can we not do more than survive?
Can’t our love for each other thrive?
Even in this cruel city
Even though it is so busy
Cars honking
Subway cars screeching
Everybody very concerned with pleasing
But the anxiety has no easing
Unless our hearts melt
The experience of 8 million stories felt
On this we all can reflect
Love is what we should expect
Not just respect
Or visibility
But a life aligned with infinity
Where who we are
Is what we should be
Even if we are just one in 8 million histories
8 million individual paths
On life’s cosmic class
At the end
We all pass
Onto the next journey
Still with those we shared this trip with
Maybe now your views shift
For those you dis
You meet again
And cannot miss
Maybe this time you see them as a gift
A beautiful story out of 8 million
A worth that cannot be counted in billions
All human life is precious
And we all know this
So why these feelings do we dismiss
When if we do embrace
Our lives shift
From anxiety
To pure bliss