Bleak Future

Chugging towards his future with a full head of steam.

Gold dipped buildings and mountains of wealth his dream.

Honest souls left in his wake.

Surrounds himself with characters beautiful and fake.

Driven by false visions with a high speed mind.

Forget family and loved ones there is no time.

One day he notices a birds beautiful song.

On a soft autumn breeze it floats along.

He stops and thinks ‘who am I now?’

But its all too late, as his body hits the ground.

Deon Heemskerk 23-6-2011

Photo from skyscapercity.com

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