An introspective greyness
Bodies hunched
Wading through damp air
Daytime misery of society
Brought unwillingly
Into reluctant light
Concrete ribbons leading
To serene glass heights
Contents marching emptily
Those who haven't, gaze
Seeing or unseeing
Eyes unreadable souls detached
Those who have, gaze
And don't see purposefully
Willing slaves to this dank world
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