no time to be profound
smoke less
more coffee
less sleep
too much time
this city never sleeps
toronto is me
the concrete slabs
the buildings
reach out
like rock-hard vines
and embrace...
3AM downtown lights
speak of a sorrowful determination
the buildings
cages
the trapped
freedom
all the time in the world
still rushing
such is this paradox
such is my city
5.50 in the evening, semi-pseudo over it
Author: WithOutRealDefinitionS /
