A Survivor’s Melody

In this world of form, you can't be too informed. You can't read enough. A Survivor's melody is geared toward urban surrealism, the transitory sight of fate, and life challenges. This poem seeks to understand the city's rhythm, the snowy piles, the gases, the traffic lights that guide us through the uncertain paths we tread, and all the pon-de-replay of the fleeting passage of time. How long have we all come as a species?
urban city, AI generated illustrations, cars, trains, snows, plastic and metal pipes, street lights, banners, and street poles.
The survivor's pathway
The moving cars; life's challenging journey
The slippery ground: resilience and fate
The snowy piles freeze and melt away
In this world of form.
You can't be too informed
You can't read enough
The traffic lights
Turning from red to yellow
What is flashing on that pole?
Siren's blazing pullover
The trees by the roadside
Sushi bar plus wine
I love fate, and all that comes with it
A crazy road that was chosen for me
Where the hesitant are run over
By the steam train pumping out gas
Pain is a class where hurt lectures
About a future incomprehensible for the brain
Sinking sand, a path of thorns
Hey, we came this far.
To cycle back, reevaluating the hurdles we jumped over
And the remaining walls we want to bring down
Till death do us part
We broke our bones, singing the song of the sun
In the land of storms, we will mime a survivor's melody

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