On tarmac rivers and asphalt streams
we watch the world as it floats in metallic daydreams
the concrete scars on the body of this land
the veins and arteries expand
Steel mountains, gleaming in the spring sun
stone forests, where our lives are run
playgrounds of rubber and metal, where our kids have fun
where are our seas of green, where has all the colour gone?
Glass shelled, shopping hell, looms over dusty parking lots
far as the eye can see, greyscale world, colour only in advertising spots
heritage torn down, now just another shop selling coffee
where is the individuality, creativity, the playfulness to set the mind free?
Every city the same, a copy and paste designed space, the same brands
each shop stands exactly the same as every other in the land
travel plans, why leave? The same scenery will be there to greet
but for the brief relief, as you see a wash of green from your train's window seat
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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