fauxcroft

Reflective glass,

Reflective moods,

Neon lights

And glowing moons,

Noisy streets,

Smog and heat,

Part of a conscious illusory dream

Lost lonely people

Sleeping on the streets,

Nothing changes

Still there’s greed,

We invest more

In technology

Then we do people you see,

Part of a conscious realty dream.

These streets

Where people bustle

And vendors hustle,

Day by day

And endless tussle,

Each striving to survive

Under skyscrapers

Towering high,

Imposing silhouettes

Against the moonlit night,

With cosmopolitan dreams in full flight,

In different places we’ve never seen

But feel somehow once in a different dimension

We may have once been.