Pavements paved with all under the sun
Words written on sidewalks
Blaze paths for the vain.
On edge of doorsteps, stepping stones
Rays seen through rain.
All rest temporary; pillows
Polluted with dreams of the rich,
Loud silence on quiet nights
Windows shattered from the pitch.
Voices of generations
Sold with no worth.
Forced outside as vocal gentrification.
Genetically engenireed
To be driven by impulse,
While the beast imprints
Tattoos; bodies layden with good
Intentions mixed with bad timing.
To speak of, clocks set back
To midnight hours where
We praise the yestetdays
And shun tomorrow.
Building on decaying foundations
Under intelligent sun rays,
We never stumble alone.


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