We huddle in alleys of who we are
I'd like to be a wide street open and tarred
In a beautiful city whose surfaces reflect the suns glow
I don't want to share a cardboard box with an alcoholic hobo
I don't want to wait in lines with consumers
Lose my soul in a herd of waking doomers
I want progress and abundance in my vicinity
I want those closest to understand my infinity
We huddle next to a department store's liquidation sale
For items you couldn't get on amazon or in your mail
We sweat and bleed for discounts and validation
Clutter our homes to dull heart void radiation
Inventing yourself externally
Instead of building yourself internally
I want parks and architecture
I need thoroughfare
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