We went up to the buliding sitesaw the building and the concrete pilesand
watched them all workingbuilding muscles and no-one smiledwe stood there and
watched themstaring back in complete contemptI'm building a buildingsigned
his name in the wet cementwe walked throught the cemetarysocial tombstons in
black and greysomeone had a bunch of flowerstalking sentiments felt okaywe
stood in the shadowsfeeling it was that time of daywhen everything gloomy
hits the light as it fades awaywe came to conclusionsknew that life was a
paradoxso many illusionskept alive till the old ones droppeddemolishing
lifestylesbuilding up all the tower blockslife is so sacredwhy spend it all
in a man-made box?we stared at the empty shellspassed a smile and then cried
alotwhile all this was passing byno one stopped to see whta they've gotthey
took it for grantedused the space for a parking lotwe'll kick off the real
worldallocating the beauty spotsindustrial death campsman made something
and then forgotknew what it should look liketrod on nature and said
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