I walk against the wind, alongside
the mechanical noises wizzing past my mind.
The Buzzing electrifying towers above
cause havoc on my thoughts
as I approach the bleak Tunnel,
Living in a world of social Kaos.
Fearing the worst
as I walk,
A million futures fly by my side
moving like lost ghosts in a moonlit sky.
I close my eyes to escape the despair
and only see darkness.
In our darklands I see only confusion hate'n'fear
The fear full big brother stands tall above,
dark
above our souls ready to persevere.

Soon the sounds begin to change,
It is a sweet karma with a sweet smell
of stillness.
The air is fresh, no more choking of the concrete dust;
I sit on a hill and see the sunrise.