The City

The city can be quite graphic
With its unceasing noise and traffic

From the blaring intensity of the ambulance
To the roaring thunderous engines of semi trucks in the distance

There's something of a rhythm in the cacophony
The clamor works to shape a sort of harmony

Like a well-oiled machine that never stops running
From dawn until dusk it's never ending

Every component seeking to fulfill its purpose
Not so unlike the rambunctious performers in a circus

It's almost like everything is operating in unity
The notes of ordinary people's lives giving the song it's chemistry

The bustling rapidity of each person's activity
composes a piece of the greater symphony

Every action related
Each movement connected

Much like the lines in a poem's verse
For better or for worse
Every proponent works to meet the demands of the universe