City
The hustle and bustle of this city,
People walk over you, such a pity.
No one has the time to talk,
They just walk, walk, walk.
Their minds are caught up in daily things.
I wish they would stop rustling and realize,
Just look up to the blue skies.
Why are we really, really here?
It might bring a tear.
If not it’s okay,
You will understand some day,
As a ship docks in a bay.
Like fish in water,
Like a kiss to your daughter.
Realize all you have to do is stop.
And see the blue skies.
Don't continue in the race,
Always mobile in that fast pace.
If you don’t see the blue skies,
You will always walk in the disguise.
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Comments
I absolutely loved this. Pleasure to read, loved the beat and the rhyme. Great write! Sending good vibes and light always ☀
thank you shelley my pleasure to share.
Ah Yes!!...Just to sit back and smell the roses.....remove yourself from the rat race from time to time and you will shine!!.....A strong choice in subject matter......well conceived and well delivered.....you have a fine sense of rhythm and poetic timing my friend.....ALL STARS!!.....VERY well conveyed MICHAEL!!.......and.....in case no one has said so......WELCOME to COSMO!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
i am looking forward to this journey , thanks tony.