These buildings they rise as if to kiss the blue skies
Or dig deep into the earth where the sinner slowly fries

The cops in uniform keep prevent chaos to ensue
Not enough distractions there are for this rising impatience to subdue

Every nook and cranny of this city shall we populate
Not like that's not enough reason for any of us to copulate

Born afresh every morn and wither away in the eve
Every now and again you take a moment for yourself, just to breathe

But once you've had your breath of fresh air, when its all said and done
You just can't keep away can you, and just like that again it has begun

As drops of sunlight trickle down through these cloudy skies
I search for a hint of affection in your misty eyes

As these they sway poignantly to the melody of this lust filled breeze
They tell mute stories of those who came before, they do, these trees

The silence between us swallows the rumbling oceans without thought
As the silence is at an end, to keep it that way, countless battles I'd have fought

Songs play in the back of my mind that would've been fitting
As words I try and utter through these teeth I've been gritting

Reminds me of AstroTurf, it does, this patch of grass
To end this maddening silence I wish to blurt out something utterly crass

As the sun departs and leaves behind a fiery trail, the mood steers towards the glum
I pick up those tattered old shoes for I can tell when our time has come

It is wrought upon some, the truthful worries of our world

The rest suffice to say that they are but weak

Survival of the fittest, an excuse used to trample the within us humans

They have but disgraced mankind with all the shoving and pushing

Look around you, open your eyes

“No man’s an island”, a wise old man once said

His words will probably be lost forever

For those who read, suffice with the act of doing so

And not all who do, are gifted with the ability to read

We reach the point of evolution where complexity overcomes all

The one that oversees is now but lost

There might be glimmers and slimmers of hope that we might see

The strong ones might stand up for what might be right

But who am I to judge what right truly is?

Mistakes I shall make

Numbers I shall fake

Climb atop this metaphorical mountain I will

Shout from its metaphorical top I will

Just to show myself that I’m not weak

My presence shall always be felt

From stacked decks shall hands always be dealt

Argue, will I no longer

No longer will I survive

There is but one thing that this world respects

And for it to respect me, will I show it that I can thrive

Some worship the sun and the stars
Others worship bearded men with guitars

Some of us worship idols and priests
Others worship the trees and the beasts

Some worship places
Others worship faces

As of late, worship of numbers seems to be the norm
The image of ourselves does this worship deform

The worship of might will last for eons
The human mind is fascinating though, delusions it’ll build to free itself of these rigid forms

Pick a belief, a rock or a sock
There will always be those who, for the love of their beliefs will bring down havoc

Worship is but human nature, even in the bleakest of times we close our eyes and look inward
When we do wake up, we buckle down, take a deep breath and start walking onward

There was no hunger, no want, no desire
it was said that life is passion, you aren’t alive unless your insides burn with fire

Words were exchanged in full and without thoughts, second
Even when bonds were broken, within mere minutes would they mend

There comes a time when you realise that tomorrow isn’t much of mystery
don’t think things repeat? How about a lesson in history

Wise words have always passed on through the ages
wiser words yet, have perished with their sages

It is said that beauty is skin deep but ugly goes to the bone
funny, how none but them are drawn to the throne

Time was abundant and myths were told of change, spare
of our short, pathetic existence it seems we weren’t fully aware

Here we are atop a richly laden tree
one look towards the earth and you see skeletons, anything but free

The doors that used to be once open wide
now are walls with letterboxes, through which only bills and cheques now slide

Choice was an idea that truly held weight
not just a nuisance while picking a restaurant for a date

Nothing’s farther than the truth from itself
stories we shall write, into the depths of our own lies shall we delve.

These moments we share when our gazes meet
When nothing is said and yet there's a tingling in the toes of our feet

These moments we share scream of stories untold
Chapters that would've been beautiful, but shall never unfold

Those eyes shall haunt me for longer than eternity
But the thought of us actually meeting are stranger than absurdity

The penguins march
On a stretch of  snowy starch

Ignoring the onlookers
But wolf whistling among the crowd, the hookers

The sounds clearly getting louder
Is that... is that gun powder?

Gouging out the eyes to block out the sight
Is definitely not the answer to your plight

The confetti flies upwards and away
To turn into a  malleable *** of clay

Juggling the yard of goat string cheese
More after this message? Yes please!

Longing on the thought of belonging
As our not so miserable existence we seem to be prolonging

Your thoughts, i wish to sway
With my words, let me take you away