Richelle Mowatt poem The city moves like a well-practised orchestra together in sync all as one when this stops the synchronicity gone we carry on, Disturbance is something we shrug off. To be a part of this river of movement is so easy. How can we ever be different in a blended society like this? Seeing this from afar leaves you in a trance-like state eyes glazed mind numb. How fascinating the rat race of life is watching; a privilege to be watched; paranoia.
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