Urban City

The low growl of construction
The echo of city rhythms
The flashing lights on the street
The metronome of life’s beat

Sirens all around
Noises, so loud
People scream for no reason
Regardless of time or season

Boxes and lines everywhere
Humans scattered here and there
No matter where I look, there’s a distraction
Divided into multiple factions

The rich on one side
The poor undefined
Everyone else is in the middle
Trying to get through their own riddles

Would it ever end?
Or will we continuously pretend
That we’re satisfied with all this mediocrity?
That we weren’t destined to break free?

MG

Author: Mikavelli (MG)

Learn to Inspire, Fight to Excel Straight from Mikavelli's Belly: I chose the name Mikavelli because of my name as well as Machiavelli, one of the most controversial yet revolutionary characters in politics and philosophy. This blog was initially created solely for updates about life, but seems to have evolved into philosophical conjectures about various aspects of humanity. I've since added an extension to my creative outlet and have decided to post parts of the journey along the way. Feel free to comment or respond. I hope that these words can inspire as well as empower you as you venture through the adventures of life. Peace and blessings, Mikavelli (MG)

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