Bright lights shining,
illuminating,
blinding.
Signs flashing with a disturbing frequency,
stabbing the eyes of anyone daring
to look at them.
Long tubes of steel
tunneling the city like veins,
moving the motionless masses;
a million faces all the same,
just on different bodies,
working precisely and fast,
moving past the temples of consumption
through parks and glass towers,
fading into their concrete blocks.
Two million shoes scraping over the ground,
restless, exhausted,
driven by fear,
enslaved to ambition,
a game of make-believe,
the eternal gamble of the city.
