On the bliss of blindness... Hey, New York!

Dwelling, thinking, walking and sometimes smoking
Doing shopping, escaping direct hits from the traffic:
I live the life in the fast lane of metal and plastic –
Getting high on rap and occasionally rocking.

Looking at the diversity but not always seeing
For the diversity is of itself Being…
Looking at the diversity and not always living
For the diversity is of itself in its Being.

Hey, New York, I can’t see through your walls –
I can’t see the meaning but the flock of sheep –
Illusions that is which you sell to us cheap,
And getting approval you live in these stalls.


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