Crawling through the city's veins, life of avarice and strain, Reflecting on the mirrors of greed, Is this the life we seek? Strongholds of materialism we erect, Inner peace we neglect. Doors of perception, closed and tight, muted colors, endless night, Cogs in the wheel we hush and spin, Silent battles waged within. Jested by the hands of fate, From the Banyan's root we meditate. Bridges of understanding we forge, Leaving behind the societal gorge, Walking on the path less trodden, With the wisdom of the East, burden lightened. In the heart of stillness, there is no race, Just mindful moments, floating in space. [outro][end]
