People pushing people pushing people
Stepping on people swearing at
People swaying in a hungry mass
To the life assuring groan of the wheels

That run the city
Saturated with life and
Humidity that sticks to your
Skin and seeps through your pores
Leaving an after taste of hopes & failures, far away homes, 
Fried bombils and ads on pink posters.
The ground beneath your feet shrinks with
Each step you take as the city grows,
Swells and ebbs like the waves that
Lash the boulders that have pushed their sea back.
They roar in threat but then retreat
As an after thought they decide to
Wait instead for the black clouds to roll in.