In the city we are where we systematically and continuously give into the nonsense of a scheduled daily life. Slowly getting adapted to the maddening noise of life that strives to trample upon others creating nothing but a jelly of crushed attempts to stand on top. Striving daily to find the peace that was once promised by none other than yourself as it morphs into lies that someone poisoned you with. As you move into denial of the struggle to constantly just live, you give into the needs of the city.
In the city where souls are blindfolded into a circular track with the promise of wealth and happiness at the end we run like animals. Always ready to get past your friend or family who is equally stupid as you to be running on the track. Running in circles you come across old dogs who have well learnt the trick to run in circles as age and responsibilities cloud their memory banks of the initial promise that got them on the track. They walk.
In the city that slowly eats through you, making you a part of itself, digesting the idea of free will and free space, stuffing you into the overflowing bowl of human food. Devouring you like maggots that feed on the bodies of the dead making the skin grow pale and then disappear with your flesh and organs leaving behind the carcass that even the parasites would deny the city eats through every thought in you.
In the city that feeds you with the screams and yells and gives you the armor of overlooking the cry for need. Dropping you like crumbs of bread in a soup of confusion until you soften and sink to the bottom as a slimy piece of nothing. Fills you with an urgency to change your personality and wear the uniform of true arrogance with a hat of negligence paraded with a golden pom-pom of a sense of false superiority.
In the city where souls are blindfolded into a circular track with the promise of wealth and happiness at the end we run like animals. Always ready to get past your friend or family who is equally stupid as you to be running on the track. Running in circles you come across old dogs who have well learnt the trick to run in circles as age and responsibilities cloud their memory banks of the initial promise that got them on the track. They walk.
In the city that slowly eats through you, making you a part of itself, digesting the idea of free will and free space, stuffing you into the overflowing bowl of human food. Devouring you like maggots that feed on the bodies of the dead making the skin grow pale and then disappear with your flesh and organs leaving behind the carcass that even the parasites would deny the city eats through every thought in you.
In the city that feeds you with the screams and yells and gives you the armor of overlooking the cry for need. Dropping you like crumbs of bread in a soup of confusion until you soften and sink to the bottom as a slimy piece of nothing. Fills you with an urgency to change your personality and wear the uniform of true arrogance with a hat of negligence paraded with a golden pom-pom of a sense of false superiority.