Silent Street

Silent Street is eluding me in my town hardly do I sleep everyone is rushing, hurrying streets mourn with loads of feet that step on them without mercy trucks yell every hour with weight on their bent and dusty backs everyone is deaf with noisy noise. But I have some silent streets, busy and never stagnant. Everyone is rushing on mission; no noise, no disorder in work. These are the silent streets, in the highway of my veins, the quiet busy cross-roads of my arteries and nerves. everyone is busy and orderly yet not a clash, never traffic jam with check-points,no t revenue tax Yet work goes on day and night, with loads of goods delivered, or sent from territory to territory all day and all night long.