All the country all around
Sloping pastures.
Small towns
Nothing "big" to be found
Silently the view reforms
The pastures gone
The suburbs come
And a new horizon forms.
Tall shadows reach to the blue
The hazy air
Of smog and smoke
Thickens and distorts the view.
Our Pace hastens
Like water in a pipe,
Like a river,
Rushing to the lakes
Suddenly, Motion everywhere
Trains on tracks,
Cars on roads
Action everywhere
The sweet, and sharp smells
Fill my nose
Smog, bread, steam
As sounds ring out like little bells
Noise is all around
Various rhythms,
Pitches and tones
Each their own musical sound
As I look
As I smell,
I recall that Imagination
And a dream was all it took
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