cruel grey clouds look harmless
upon the midday sky
as buildings pass and people stare
without knowing why
myriads drone and buzz about
without a single word
while others doze away on trains
that deafen little birds
buildings loom above our heads
some fifty stories high
the cars all speed; the people swear;
bus honks as it goes by
endless moving running walking
get out of my way!
tomorrow doesn't matter
just focus on today.
(written sometime in the fall or winter of 1998)
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