A lifeless life

Imagine the mountains with heaving breasts
And chiseled limbs
Raw and pure the nature’s bride
That wild seductress with it’s ancient pride
Waiting for you with delphic lores
But you and your endless petty chores
Chained to concrete and tar
Weak, you tiny liliputs
Sans mystique of lands afar
With your morning races
And futile chases
Ensnared by the soulless Gorgon
This city life.

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