The City

I’m just passing through,

On my way to somewhere else,

Everything moves fast here,

People crowd restless streets,

Charging ahead with a sense of great purpose,

No time to stop for anything or anyone,

Their eyes set dead ahead,

Stern-faced and high-strung,

All the softness beaten from their bellies,

I guess someone pulled the stuffing out of their favourite teddy bears,

When they were children.

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