I see people always moving,
Never stopping
Never looking around but only
Straight ahead
Some are crying for help while some are
Silently suffering
Surrounded by the cold, hard walls of buildings
Towering over
Shadows slowly creep over hope from the
Dying day
I see people stumbling home in a
Drunken haze
Always moving and never looking, always hoping
To escape
These towering buildings that k...