This city’s need for speed has been its downfall br Racing towards its own destruction, br Blinded by its perceived fabulousness br It hurtles forth with me trapped in its centre br br What ca I do but gape in horror? br Clinging on from habit more than love, br I curse my beloved home, my birthplace, br My life school for not being easier t abandon br br But then I cease to rant, and laugh instead. br The city and I are one, responsible br For each other’s status, pain, ego and joy. br Where would I go after leaving her? br br It doesn’t matter – for she will never ever leave me.