A place that hundreds of millions have passed through People live and die it never closes Every kind of persons you can ever imagine has been there Businessmen, Athletes, Movie Stars, the mentally challenged College students, Children, Adults, the Homeless, the disabled Prostitutes, Panhandlers, Hustlers, Criminals If I could have a dime for every soul that has been in that building The noise is nonstop There are Ghosts and Spirits there They can’t haunt because there’s not enough privacy to do so It’s all in the image of NYC itself Life that continues on and on nonstop at perhaps the fastest pace in the World It’s all about the business of Basic Survival whether it’s someone in a three-piece suit or someone trying to get 50 cents from you it’s all the same I once was in Grand Central all alone and it was quiet it was hauntingly beautiful.
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