stepping through the cracks of new york

i just checked and it's... the air here smells like cheap coffee and regret. neighbors whisper about the tunnel's echoes, everyone knows the library's map's off by a blink. someone said the sunset melts into rain here, but i think it's just wind dipping through brick walls. reviews hated what people thought, yet still show up, humming louder than silence lets them breathe. tripadvisor says 'safe', yet i feel lost in mirrored streets. yelp links whisper 'council board', but pride keeps me at the door. a guy laughed about the skyline's flaw, like it's just paper rolled up. there are bones beneath the blue light, you see. stuck between dreams and the wallet's empty show. some say joy's a weed here, others smell like old memories. want to wander? bring snacks, lease a car, maybe a wrong turn. some history's left, smelled like ash and regret. i'll just follow footsteps, let them lead. cityname whispers stories i can't hear.