Little flickering lights in a sea of darkness
Little apertures spattered across swathes of matchboxes
Little tired people living their little lives
With ambitions that reach colossal sizes
The dark alleys sound the occasional groans and barks
A little spurt of blood and a little glint of steel
A little stench of liquor , of crushed dreams
A little of this and a little of that to build the city of people's dreams
Amidst the schemes and contrasting themes
You can live your little life within this deadly maze
Under the crowd's unfeeling gaze
You can be a little tired but also a little riant
A little annoyed but also a little content
But you can't, absolutely can't possess a teensy-weensy heart...
©shadownik
No comments:
Post a Comment