It's noisy in the city.
There's constant busy busy.
So much must be lost in the movement.
The taxi makes one wrong turn,
And it's all in the gutter!
There's so many signs to stop,
But nothing really does.
There's always something speeding by.
It's so noisy in the city.
Nighttime finds no exception.
The lights go off only to be replaced
By brighter ones.
The busy is less, but louder.
Now the neon signs are traps.
Set to lure you into a deep hole.
Sometimes you follow their flicker
On purpose.
But now the neighbors are awake
And they question your life choices
As you try to sneak away.
It really is noisy in the city!
You wake up to bang bang!
Cause things gotta be fixed
That shoudn't have been problems.
The morning's the perfect motivator!
Right.
The ringing hurts your ears,
So you drink that fresh cup of coffee,
Only to be dragged
Into the noisy streets again.
But I don't live in the city.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
It's noisy in the city.
There's constant busy busy.
So much must be lost in the movement.
The taxi makes one wrong turn,
And it's all in the gutter!
There's so many signs to stop,
But nothing really does.
There's always something speeding by.
It's so noisy in the city.
Nighttime finds no exception.
The lights go off only to be replaced
By brighter ones.
The busy is less, but louder.
Now the neon signs are traps.
Set to lure you into a deep hole.
Sometimes you follow their flicker
On purpose.
But now the neighbors are awake
And they question your life choices
As you try to sneak away.
It really is noisy in the city!
You wake up to bang bang!
Cause things gotta be fixed
That shoudn't have been problems.
The morning's the perfect motivator!
Right.
The ringing hurts your ears,
So you drink that fresh cup of coffee,
Only to be dragged
Into the noisy streets again.
But I don't live in the city.
This is an old poem of mine. I wrote it about mundane life from a literal and metaphorical perspective.
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