Urban Faces.
Visited London in the week and wrote
this whilst i was there..think deeper.
As a journey begins, within an urban creation
each break in the clouds..
..envisions a plain stealing a hole generation
a place where patience is un heard of, and space not an option
where peace and quite, is replaced by the opposite adoption
where movement flows constant, no hesitating to think
resulting in lives being changed, within a reaction to blink
everything linked, conscience of surroundings..awaiting the enemy's
each corner more twisting, fulfilled with more and more memory's
no chemistry, by day the city's shining, blinding with potential
but as the shadows creep upon us, it seems negative is essential
lives aren't confidential, more lies than truth's are spread
there’s no surprise cause word of mouth's heard before it’s said
It’s easy to be lead home to a place where most trends start
but easy to find your trend finished, if you’re not taking part
If you haven’t a heart, then you’re likely to fit rite in
rubbish is never recycled as the city has sold the bin
I’m looking deeper within, now feeling sick with stress
kid’s playgrounds are confined, to combine with homeless
a fucking mess, on the outside we seem satisfied of these places
but realizations a bitch, when we look within the cities faces.
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