The City
Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers,
Everywhere around you there is noise,
Everyone around you is busy,
Everywhere you turn there are people,
Daily traffic swallows the highways,
The sidewalks are flooded with people,
construction workers and buisness poeple,
GO through with this everyday.
The sound of cars honking is constant,
Along with the pattern of footsteps,
people with always come and go,
As they pass throug the difficult city.
It always seems as if you are in a dream,
Where everything just passes you by,
And the, finally, when the day is done,
You feel as if it hasn't even come yet.
The city is tiring, busy and loud,
It where everyone seems to be,
The city might be the perfect place for you,
But it's not for me.
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