I am here in a place called City, Under the glare of a million bright lights. Where edifices made of stone- Faced people blithely ignore It's eternal marriage to Poverty. And like realizing too late You made the wrong choice, You are bound, And all you can do Is sleep With someone else-- 's eyes. And ignore the pleading Tears flow from hers. There is never a moment of Silence is disturbed by The rumble of motors Of hungry stomachs, in Dirty clothes that You wore last night. And you come home, And all you can do Is turn away, And pretend she isn't there Is no end to your misery. In this place called City. Under the glare of a million bright lights. But what if no one's watching?