The endearing honks,
The F1 quality cabbies,
Action all around,
Filled with dynamic inertia
Six directions of traffic,
On a two lane road,
Survival of the fittest
Victory for the meanest
Rising from the greens,
Concrete crass in the name
Of civilization and progress
An immature city in its teens
Masses flock here
To make a living
In this focused quest
We forget to make a life
The heart is binary
The heart is intuitive
The heart is unadulterated
Listen to it, Listen to it.