Now of a Face

City life under city lights -

blanket of security 

so we could see,

meet the devil in the eye 

the untrustworthy passerby.

Poor man, he is running too, 

to beat the good at what they do.

Puts up a bad fight

at the good mans' delight,

leaves in a hurry,

this place is a worry

for even a devil

has no time to revel
in this city life under city lights.

Those who stop and stare 

are crazy enough to be here.

Walk, talk and eat, 

together, and keep it neat.

Moving at 30 is a Land Rover

on a marvel that is the fly-over.

People forgot to fly

trying to touch the sky -

they got closer on 15th floor

yet locked behind some door

listening to music of the horns

maybe the devil warns

that it's running still

so come out if you will

keep the spirit alive -

run for someone else's life.

City life under city lights, 

where the stars are dim

how do we reach for them?
Is it money we are after? 

Our identity our master?

Or are we chasing immortality – 

to be found, not lost, in history?

Glory be. 

For one like me 

finds it hard to see

the now of a face 

lost in the pace

of this city life under city lights.