Cacophony

Jack Hammers drilling on these NY streets
Through the wreckage and disaster area;
Construction signs read “no turning back.”
“Find your own route this one is taken.”
So off on my journey through the wreckage
And disaster area, I seek to find comfort in anything
But these streets.
Cars lined up, horns blowing, and people
Screaming from their cars.
To live in NYC is like living in a barn.
To find what you’re searching for
Seems nearly impossible, walking down
The crowded streets hearing nothing
But slang talk to those who don’t speak it.
I want to hear music, and I want to see peace.
To travel the roads that is easy and tidy,
You miss out on the interesting parts of life;
That we all seek in our minds.
All we see is destruction and look past its beauty
Of rebirth.
I have opened my mind to new possibilities,
New roads that I now want to find.
Enlightenment is near within my grasp.
I just can’t forget to hold on when I have
It in my clasps.
So I will live in these city streets hearing
Police sirens blow, and fire trucks beeping past.
The airliners over head letting the rest of the world find their
Journey.
What so then does this Jack Hammer Represent;
For you, in the end?