Move

There's something about being in a city
I'm never sure exactly what it is
It isn't dark or light or clean or gritty;
It pulses; it may bubble; it must fizz
And every city's different on its own
In ways I cannot tangibly describe
I feel it when I walk the streets alone
And drink in all the sights I can imbibe
On every corner and in every step
There is a certain cadence that's unique
A kind of rhythm with distinctive pep
No other place can have. No place would seek.
For every city is itself, and will
Forever have its own percussion still.