the moon it hides
behind the high rises
of this noise
bumps and grime
he probably knows
the evenings of the souls
getting plyed home
to their pigeon holes
for when he retires at dawn
they start again with vigour
dreaming of better days
they race without a trigger
hypnotized they seem
this rat race has no pity
careful not to blink here
this is maximum city
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
the moon it hides
behind the high rises
of this noise
bumps and grime
he probably knows
the evenings of the souls
getting plyed home
to their pigeon holes
for when he retires at dawn
they start again with vigour
dreaming of better days
they race without a trigger
hypnotized they seem
this rat race has no pity
careful not to blink here
this is maximum city
