Excitement running riot
For reasons varied
Flashing lights and deafening sounds
And bodies moving in apparent rhythm.
A city so considered
Bright and oozing with merriment
The place that well conceals
Darkness and eerie silence.
Footsteps hurrying along
And mock laughter ringing aloud
Men and women intoxicated
With ‘society’ brewed over ages.
Time in its lazy slumber
Trampled over by men
Who hold on till they bleed and after
To an idea that time stops for none.
Would this be joy
Or a pretension so worn
To mask the evident insignificance
Of this, a glorious life.
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