• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 01
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Endless Construction

We have dreams of escape
To run from the noise
The endless construction
That requires constant destruction to feed
The insatiable demand for progress
The rich escape
Run from the human infestation
Where do they escape to?
The coast, the countryside
The escape requires construction
Which necessitates destruction
Only it’s the natural that drove them there
That they destroy
They seem to be blind to the irony
As they run we pursue
Not so rich, following a dream
The construction and destruction escalates
Until that which drove them away
Becomes the grey reality they must now escape
And so the cycle continues
Nature forced to yield to concrete and steel
Where will they run when there is nowhere left to run to?