| TOWERS Flying locomotions of Iron and Steel Are first impressions of my glorious day, I listen to thunder from rockets shooting up into the sky, Leaving plumes of white smoke, wafting, As they disappear into the azure blue wake. Another are joyous sounds of these little toy trains, That "can make it," tooting and clacking across the valley floor, In "LioneL" fashion, all the more. One after another like roosters melody, These steel and Iron voyages call to me. "Time to get up!" I hear them say, As they serenade me from slumber, Into this new day. Pinch me again! I am alive! I do exist! I hear the noise come from somewhere outside o th' mist! Then it is I who joins the race, The hustle and bustle of a new age, a new pace, In this place and in this space. "Run for the train, or you'll be late! If you leave much past quarter to eight!" Pinch me again! I am alive! I do exist! I hear the noise come from somewhere outside o th' mist! Upon reaching my destination, I am inclined to look up. What was once blue, is now blue green and pale shades of yellow, It saddens me to think that this has all cast such a dark shadow. But as I look round to the faces I meet, I am conforted by friends and back into my happy retreat. For I am not alone in this smoke, dust, metal and concrete. Together, we built this for the betterment of man, All of it is for Nothing more than a retirement plan. Pinche me again! I am alive! I do exist! I hear the noise come from somewhere outside o th' mist! As I lean my ear against it's chest, I cannot hear it ticking in all the rest. How can so loud be so quiet? So much noise all to hide it! Together hand in hand, with papers and pen, With computers and multiples of ten, We breath life into this infernal dragon, And it's infestation, Yet, at it's very scaled tip, Is Our Civilization! Pinch me again! I am alive! I do exist! I hear the noise come from somewhere outside o th' mist! Home again at the end of my day, I look up one last time to see gold, orange and red fade Through it's prism to dark and now colorless twilight grey. As another year goes by, Steel and Iron, now asleep, I recede like waves upon my ancient shore, Back into the mists of that which I keep. |
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