The hassle of the hustle
Car alarms past midnight's veil
Awake me from my sleep,
Whilst drunks fight fights with no refine
Along the puke stained grimy streets.
Sirens sound and voices raised
Add further to the noise,
Whilst high above in window framed
I dream of sniper joys.
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Far from the fields and streams of youth
Far from that far flung land,
The boy that wide eyed viewed the world
Has now become a man.
How changed my world view has become
How changed my sense of awe,
So shocked to see the change in me
Now hid behind my wall.
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The hassle of the hustle
The hubbub and the bustle.
This city life with all it's strife
Is driving me insane.