electric buzz, thumping bass, fizzy murmurs
sirens, falling rain drains into bottomless sewers
bustle, hustle and squeeze, trains, hot metal and bells
people busy trying to be satisfied, perhaps overwhelmed
emotion elicited by reflection at flower covered Strawberry Fields
escapism into elitism, comfort, prestige, a nice buzz
and still we beacons of hope and joy walk around
am i illuminating? or too, just surviving....
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