What do you think happens when you take a lion away from his savannah Or the tiger taken from her forest haunts - do you suppose They go mad?
The skyscrapers of the city loom all around me, and all of us - surrounded, caged, our ancient landscapes nowhere to be found. Do you think we should not be climbing the walls?
I don’t think. I, too, have shambled along the megapolis corridors Just the same as you. They begin to look the same beneath the yoke of urban smog Left | right | up | down the sewered streets more of the same, Just another path across the bog.
Light is always shining All around A wonderful artifice! Untraining the eye from its natural sun. Before long they tell you there’s no such thing As Up, and there never has been. Stop trying to climb away, be cool and say, there is no Sky to cleanse your eye. Take your tranquilisers with your own hands, and dance tricks through the night and day.
Yet in the last edge of sanity the human mind still peers down the corridors and wonders, surely there is an end? Before releasing its final byssal thread Discovering too late that Up exists for it can fall Down, into Abyss.
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