I am made of meat, steel and electricity.
My body is a downtown with appendages
Pulling in tiny cells to push them out again,
More of the same only with elasticity.
We look with screeches for our grip,
And a sick mother nature coughs
Trees into the holes in the sidewalk.
This city never sleeps with the traffic lights on,
Not nearly as well as you do every night.
I'll be awake for you in the morning,
But I won't fall asleep by your side.