my mind farts part 1

Tall glassy buildings grow on arable soil

Mimicking the skyline of promised lands

Time does not stop, morning or night

Lights ever alive, food courts ever open

Greasing the wheels of the economy, the vehicles

The honking incessant

Stands stark as the noise speaks more

The insides safe from the outside

The power (electricity?) maintained

And the silent must remain unheard

The buildings a mirror to their dreams

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