As dawn breaks the paradoxical darkness of night,
Sunlight splitting through a canopy of concrete mazes, sky high
Shielding, towering, blinding
All wonders of the skies.
In them, we crawl, owning but tiny spaces,
Shelved into cubicles, and packed in plastic,
Tagged, named, priced and  gagged.
Tube lights shine brighter,
Whereas the sun burns us alive.
And with this day to night, night to day meaningless plight of life,
Caged within boxes,
Claiming to be closer than ever before.
Endless shards of colored glasses,
Surround every corner of these walls.
And we crawl, on all fours,
Instinctive  human nature,
Communicating with the sound of our souls,
Wailing beneath the surface, weeping behind screens.
Lost in this concrete jungle,
Finding purpose to life,
Searching for wonders of the mind,
Destructive, intelligent,
Yet foolishly locked in a perpetual cycle
Of muted perceptions.