By Andrew R. Duckworth
Lights running the stretch,
The stretch between streets,
Dead of night and a million lights,
Video billboards feeding the hordes,
Hordes of people walking like zombies,
No longer slaves to phones,
Now slaves to bio-tech upgrades,
Searching the web as they walk,
Streaming shows in their head as they talk.
Bikes hover in the street,
Traffic parade playing newest beats,
Paying no attention to walking feet.
But this is the paradise we wanted,
And we got what we wanted,
Because nothing else mattered,
While society shattered.
Another future light city paradise,
Taking up space over the horizon.