Carved
I carved out a line
Through the gridlock streets
Where lovers embrace
And the highclass meet
Where the gamers trudge
Always looking down
All the elders look on
With a steady frown
Fresh stores opened
Old ones closed
The city's on the rise
Everybody knows
Tell that to the ragged
Huddled round the alleys
Skyscrapers children
In concrete valleys
In the center of it all
Pouring out his heart
Is a man on a piano
Who knows nothing of art
He's been there for hours
Days and now weeks
He's not going to stop playing
Until the summer sleeps
When winter strangles this city
The streets will be silent
The drapes of snow
Soothing yet violent
I wonder where the player
Will go when its over
Will he slumber with summer?
Or change with winter.
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