Sometimes the lights of the city are gorgeous, but I could not live there. It's all too suffocating, the hustle and bustle. Everyone trying to out dress and out date their neighbors. I feel like the city is a hardened place for those that think of none other but them selves.
They spend their whole life doing it, that dressing up thing, that I'm more important than you thing, and they really miss the importance of life. Before they know it, life and time has escaped through their fingers. The skin that was once attractive and young, is now fragile and old. They look back on their life and wonder, what was all that really for? And they regret the life they've wasted.
No, I could not live there.