New York

but I think the city is under our feet the sounds of dream and determination charge every inch of the streets, the well polished shoes that shine the well orchestrated walk articulated diction and words they slice through the walls of the skyscrapers to make them less threatening, more reachable so that we walk tall as in america and every of its cities there is nothing too grand to be had...ask Obama if you have a dream, you have it half made the rest is how you walk the dream go to the subway each morning and there stand quietly to listen to the walk of each as they go hunting for their voice and place in the city the city where you may fall a thousand times but each gets you tougher than the last, your heart pumping more excitedly to get you into the acts - because in New York you are measured by how you walk to turn around each disappointment, how you sow the seeds of your success listen to how they walk from the subway all the way to their private offices..each step is so solidly hammered by a pair of well polished shoes, green, brown, black or red....they echo a heart that is all ready to trounce challenges like messi they bite like appetisers in the banquet of work, dream and accomplishments new York new York the city that never sleeps or lets you down except when you yourself decide to quit to hand in your ticket half way round the subway system