I see people hurry and people run, walking to and fro,
I see them leashed inside this world, they come & stay & go.
In and out of concrete jungles - losing, catching breath,
Concrete gaze & concrete stomps, concrete hearts & heads.
They bustle through the busy streets, crowding every way,
Delayed trains, delayed lives, delayed words to say.
It's cold out here, the stares, the wind - swirl and whirl and twirl,
We live, we thrive, we live again in an illusion of a world.
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