How does it feel,

to know the secrets

of an entire city?

I mean, you can see

everything.

The handshake

for a sold deal,

a new cooperation,

a million jobs created,

another million destroyed.

How does it feel,

to see a dirty street rat,

a plastic bag of sugarcane,

vermin taking their pick

of Chinatown's lovely leftovers?

How does it feel,

to see children

turning into fathers?

To have them grow,

hoping, praying,

that one day they'll

be as tall as you?

That the children

will fly among the stars,

angels cursed to play tag,

for just a little bit longer.

How does it feel,

to know that one day,

your favorite will slam

his apartment door

closed for the last time,

bags packed into boxes,

driving into a tunnel,

your line of sight gone,

never to return?

How does it feel,

to know that he might

love the ocean more?