It takes time.
Sometimes it seems there is none.
It is the antidote to anger.
Poison takes its toll.
An antidote stops its path.
Take your time.
Impossible though it seems in a city like NYC.
A doctor told me that almost everybody here has bipolar.
How could that be?
He thinks the city that never sleeps attracts the population.
"Take your time."
"Think of all the things you've got."
"You'll still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not."