Industry meets infinity as I
look out of my window.
Serenity covered by civility,
It's your choice which you see.
Red wine hits my lips as I
look about and ponder.
Is this just another city,
or is this the place to be?
Water crashes on the shore,
as engines hum on by.
Some walk barefoot on the beach,
while others choose to drive.
It's up to you which to ignore,
that made by man or what stood before.
But you will be what you choose to see,
the might of men or something more.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Industry meets infinity as I
look out of my window.
Serenity covered by civility,
It's your choice which you see.
Red wine hits my lips as I
look about and ponder.
Is this just another city,
or is this the place to be?
Water crashes on the shore,
as engines hum on by.
Some walk barefoot on the beach,
while others choose to drive.
It's up to you which to ignore,
that made by man or what stood before.
But you will be what you choose to see,
the might of men or something more.
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