Out of my window I see this cold world
Where out of the ground no life is
Paved a mess, tangled death
Asphault kingdom is where I live
Watch as a thousand cars roll by
Not noticing the indiviual life
Only their own
And thats a stretch
A confusion that seems to be the norm
Bustling to and fro, the point unknown
But to them they know the point all to well
Or at least that is what they think
But to me, no, this is without reason
They repeat this nonsense at each sunrise
Only to live another day
In confusion of clarity
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