My favorite juxtaposition
Is when a city goes totally silent
When the widest streets are empty
And the only sounds are quiet
The bustling stores are still closed
And no one else is walking around
The city looks amazingly different
With only a few men in the ground
The buildings stand tall and silent
While those up late tuck in for the night
And the earliest risers have yet to awake
To meet the ever blinking lights
The signs are as bright as ever
And the lights still work 'round the clock
But not a single bike, car, or man
Can be seen on the city block
I stand on the silent street corner
Feeling the moment rush through me
For stunningly empty cities
Are some of my favorite places to be
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
My favorite juxtaposition
Is when a city goes totally silent
When the widest streets are empty
And the only sounds are quiet
The bustling stores are still closed
And no one else is walking around
The city looks amazingly different
With only a few men in the ground
The buildings stand tall and silent
While those up late tuck in for the night
And the earliest risers have yet to awake
To meet the ever blinking lights
The signs are as bright as ever
And the lights still work 'round the clock
But not a single bike, car, or man
Can be seen on the city block
I stand on the silent street corner
Feeling the moment rush through me
For stunningly empty cities
Are some of my favorite places to be
