Recurring Reality


The city is thick and vast
But I’m stuck on the same walk, same past
I turn any corner to be in the same place
I speak to any soul, it’s the same face
It only slows down when I go fast

Here the voice of my father is clear
The voice that conquers all fear

I’m just a hamster on a wheel
In a loud city of smoke, skin, and steel

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