City Dweller 

The city moves and I move with it,

Pulsing to the rythym of the engines, on nearby cars stuck in traffic.
Slide through heavy crowds of people working, roaming around Downtown,

Then when the sun falls, I meander back to my little village.

The city moves and I move with it,

But at the end I must admit, nothing beats a glass of wine in the bathtub.

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