The City
There are too many of us.
Unyieldingly sane, unthinkingly sane, all too sane,
too few know this.
There may be enough,
there'll never be enough for you,
but we'll persist unfailing
because I need some of it too.
The City. Madness pretends to wait until dusk.
The lie is lazily believed.
A mad night followed a mad day,
and both were almost the same,
but a fancy was believed
because sanity, mean as a viper, felt safer in the light.
The hordes persist
and I want some of it too.
14th July 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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