So many
leave the country,
To find
their place in the world…
Swept away
in a heartless city,
One’s fate
is where they’re hurled.
The cities
have a rhythm
It ebbs and
flows; a moon drawn tide
We are anonymous
in the millions,
Yet still no
room to hide.
The view
outside my window.
Is a
colorful electric dance…
Throngs of
others like myself,
Followed the
current for one chance.
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