Here, you look up but don't see an end,
Walk a mile without making a friend.
Soon you will feel the darkness fall
Like a blanket that doesn't bring warmth at all
Here it brings lights and a feeling that more traffic occurs
You might not want to be in the street where the activity stirs
Here I bring you this moment in time
I took this moment and I call it mine.
-George Schweigart
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