Ten million people running round

All of them in their own mind

Some quite chatty, while some make not a sound

Days go by faster, you’ll find

People follow the crowd

And the crowd follows you

The racket can get quite loud

Oh, that’s quite true

But no matter where you are

Are there’s always something to do

If you’re running late, jump into that taxi car

Don’t mind the constant rush, too

Because t...

A bustling city, never at rest

Midnight came and went

The city next to the train tracks

The day cycles again

One apartment on the edge

Sirens sounded out

The room with the window

Kids, carefree, would shout

The window overlooked the fence

I ask of you to follow

The fence containing the Dark Side

No one would dare enter

The Dark Side was a mystery

Oh won’t you come with?

Mysteries are there to disc...

Lights flicker with the coming of the eve

The sunlight refracts against steep glass

The sky darkens with foreboding for the night

None notice how the days pass.

Lights blink in the feast of color

Silhouettes rush past shooting stars

Dusk’s gloom falls on the shoulders of the young

Oblivious, they carry the sky.

Lights sparkle radiantly in Nyx’s starry eyes

The moon bewitches those below

Burdens ...

Sunny days, gloomy afternoons, lively nights & hollow moods.

A crowded city, & little smiles.

A busy street & lit up tiles.

Busy ears & wide playlists.

Leaves a busy city & distant relationships.

In the city that never sleeps, we walk around all day long daydreaming.

Of a different time, a different life, keeps the bad habits creeping.

We’re all so close, yet actually so far.

Packed on top...

The smiles.

That’s the first thing you notice when you land,

The lack of hollow eyes,

That’s when you know it’s different.

A tapestry of green and red rooftops,

Acacia trees stand tall, their shadows long,

Market stalls bloom with vibrant hues,

Motorbikes weave through the labyrinthine streets,

The scent of coffee, rich and deep,

A testament to Rwanda’s allure,

Modernity and Tradition interlace,...

Sun rises life awakening.

Morning to afternoon,

Energetic without stopping;

Everyone is on their way,

Every direction is full of vitality.

The breath of nature,

The atmosphere of the city,

Perfectly assimilates together.

Busy workings,

Positive attitudes,

Repeat the routines,

Without thinking about too much.

Information,

Comprehension,

Implantation,

Practice makes perfect.

Day to night,

Forget abo...

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traffic.

(the bottom line)...

We’re born in pain, yet all we crave is the most ephemeral of all things, ( Happiness)

Isn’t it inhumane of us, how we’re born in pain, our mothers go through pain to succeed us, yet we try to dodge the slightest of pain that crosses our path as humans. Without considering the amount of pain we inflated on our mothers during birth.

We speak negatively of pain, yet in pain we were established....

The stench of rotting street food wafted through the polluted air,and bird faeces splattered on the floor,surrounding each bench.Pigeons scavenged for dusty leftovers obliviously dropped on the filthy ground,by families enjoying their lunch after a stressful morning teetering around the bustling streets of the city.

Screeching voices blared from the disorderly,and grating announcements came from ...

In the heart of the urban sprawl, where dreams collide,

Lies a city alive, with a rhythm untied.

Skyscrapers reach for the heavens above,

As streets pulse below with relentless love.

The city breathes with a symphony of sound,

Car horns blare, feet pound the ground.

Neon lights dance in a kaleidoscope of hue,

Reflecting off windows, casting shadows askew.

In alleyways narrow, secrets whisper and...