Slow business district
Ben doesn't what to be there
He's enjoying himself
Box Car Coffins and Caskets
Dying old men along on park benches with blankets
Trains race past in the night
Removing bums and beggars from sight
Fifteen miles from his home
A house of studies
Teaching him ancient beliefs to carry through life
Despite his modern facade
His age old wisdom shows through his eyes
Ben's footsteps sounding like rustling leaves
"This is life" he thought, you can't stop me
The intensity of color soon to stop
as Ben opened his eyes...
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