Writing it all into existance

 I wrote the future into the page
shut the grin down
Destiny a wise wizard that looks down from the sky
just to ponder what makes me smile

Look out upon civilization
every tone of paint on each box like house
these flecks of life and inhabitation
all knitting together in a strange thread

stars shine out of streetlamps
the poor hugging queues
getting further and further locked into covetous servitude
A hidden societal rule where the mass tackles itself

Then crawl slowly up to the top of the mess
falling down to the hard weeded concrete
where they give confident excuses for their desperate climbs
and shameful falls

I wrote them into the megalopolis
a furnace for the human will
those long mundane hours
all contributed toward some company target

those beautiful lights
just enough credit to dream about the next purchase
I wrote so many souls into the obsession