If I had to describe it...
The city snarls, a behemoth comprised of skyscrappers where people scurry here and there, ants without a sense of direction. It constantly changes in the haze, destroying and rebuilding itself at such a speed that time fades away. No one speaks the same language but everyone talks anyway and somehow gets along what needs to be said.
Yes yes yes the taxi weaving through traffic without hitting the breaks, death on wheels at every turn, horns honking but no one listening. The city is huge and sprawling and tightly packed with dreamers that have no golden roads or rainbows to chase - just lives to live, things to see.
Everything glows at night and nothing sleeps, no one stays sober and everyone is looking for someone else in this frenzied concrete jungle. It is massive, the city, and will swallow you whole if you let it. Sometimes I have half a mind to let it.
And I dream of a place that I called home, wondering if I would ever make it back. There were people that i missed dearly, and times that I knew I could not recapture. I could feel myself changing involuntarily, neither for the worst of the best. it was the way of things. People could stand still but the ground will shift anyway. Change is a constant that I wish somedays would overlook me.
I dream of a place and the taxi roars on, down into the maddness that is Beijing...
Yes yes yes the taxi weaving through traffic without hitting the breaks, death on wheels at every turn, horns honking but no one listening. The city is huge and sprawling and tightly packed with dreamers that have no golden roads or rainbows to chase - just lives to live, things to see.
Everything glows at night and nothing sleeps, no one stays sober and everyone is looking for someone else in this frenzied concrete jungle. It is massive, the city, and will swallow you whole if you let it. Sometimes I have half a mind to let it.
And I dream of a place that I called home, wondering if I would ever make it back. There were people that i missed dearly, and times that I knew I could not recapture. I could feel myself changing involuntarily, neither for the worst of the best. it was the way of things. People could stand still but the ground will shift anyway. Change is a constant that I wish somedays would overlook me.
I dream of a place and the taxi roars on, down into the maddness that is Beijing...