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
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 