sonGs of oTher laNds

The city

In the night the city slumbers
Only lights atop the towers
Gives the impression of the beauty
That is a unawaken pity

The city seemed ruled by a certain thought
The thought that goes about in every trough
There is no peak, but there is equality
Or so it seems in this reality

Mindsets are given by a mindset made
People awake to a new day made
They don't seem to think, just do
And then the thought behind it all drools.

posted by jessXW @ 9:59 AM