This Is Home

Stepping off the metal snake of a train
Down the broken concrete I make my way
Heels are never a good choice in this bustling place
With an unexpected twist my ankle fills with pain
My knee buckles, but I never give it a chance to give away
Time is a lot faster; around here it's a race

People pushing and shoving; it's a game of firsts
First one off is first one there
I avoid rushing businessmen, papers escaping from their suitcases
And bargain-hungry shoppers, their bags about to burst
The harsh wind blows icy flakes in my hair
The winter air brings rosy blushes to strangers' faces

For miles and miles I see stationary vehicles
Cloaked figures stream through like a maze
Traffic lights change faster than a blink
The chilled air rushes through making icicles
Hair freezes, teeth chatter through the thick foggy haze
People fall slipping and sliding as I pass by the city's ice rink

I smile as I relish the thought
This is Chicago, this is my home