This place is called "a street"
quite ordinary at that, but very busy
it looks like a landscape of faces
right before me they move like waves
some fast, others seem frozen in time
I myself am a wave, moving along
like others beating against the shore of life
bigger waves push me ahead
some friendly, like led by a steady current
others violent and spiky like an enemy army
all of us part of this street-pattern
living today, governed by unknown currents
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