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concrete pillow
surrounded in paradise but never to be free,
concrete demonds in his head
another night in paradise another concrete bed.
surrounded by street light
still no one will see,
live his life with luxury still never to b free.
calling from the night whisper
is but the wind through the tree,
but to him whisper of his destiny.
mr suit and tie buisiness man
no time to stop just one direction,
unlike the man in the concrete jungle
destiny he sees in his reflection.
now lifes never ending poverty
homeless for a reason ,
or an addict to the wheel was his reality
once a white suited business man .
no time for reflection
just a gold paved destiny.........................................................
