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My feet keep trampling
this soulless city
body pulsing
to the discordant rhythms
of the city’s many sounds

Some days my soul and
my body just get tired

I go on a long search
of days gone-by
when the 4 o’clock bird squealing
alarmed us to the pulse of the new day
mooing mother cows signalled the harvest of milk

The mental journeys tire my soul too

Now I just want to run away
from all the burdened sounds