Entering New York City

For the first time

Was a culture shock.

Seeing the skyline

Along with the setting sun

Was a sight I will not forget.

Watching the inner workings

Was a sight to behold

For a little wisconsin born boy.

I found myself in a haze,

In between the hustle and bustle

Of times square.

True to its name,

The intricacies are not unlike

Those found in a clock.

Head spinning, I found myself

dazed and confused by it all,

And I found myself swept up by it all,

But it all became a little more clear

While at the top of the Empire State building.

I could watch the city move in all of its

Magical ways.

The dream ended soon, however,

And I returned to my seemingly mundane life back home.