The relentless city and it's complex urban objects killing imagination.
Killing the sanctity of it.
Killing all spontaneity.
and it's not the city's fault alone.
Someone must and please,
O please
ask these voices to find empty lands
to resonate with nothing else
but with themselves alone
That is their land, their sanctum.
Killing the sanctity of it.
Killing all spontaneity.
and it's not the city's fault alone.
Someone must and please,
O please
ask these voices to find empty lands
to resonate with nothing else
but with themselves alone
That is their land, their sanctum.