We went up to the buliding sitesaw the building and the concrete pilesand

watched them all workingbuilding muscles and no-one smiledwe stood there and

watched themstaring back in complete contemptI'm building a buildingsigned

his name in the wet cementwe walked throught the cemetarysocial tombstons in

black and greysomeone had a bunch of flowerstalking sentiments felt okaywe

stood in the shadowsfeeling it was that time of daywhen everything gloomy

hits the light as it fades awaywe came to conclusionsknew that life was a

paradoxso many illusionskept alive till the old ones droppeddemolishing

lifestylesbuilding up all the tower blockslife is so sacredwhy spend it all

in a man-made box?we stared at the empty shellspassed a smile and then cried

alotwhile all this was passing byno one stopped to see whta they've gotthey

took it for grantedused the space for a parking lotwe'll kick off the real

worldallocating the beauty spotsindustrial death campsman made something

and then forgotknew what it should look liketrod on nature and said