a little bit of ginsberg-esque-ness lol

I walk beneath stripped-down streetlights,
Basking in the radiant glow of industrialism.
People gliding where they will,
Hiding in their philosophical congestion.
Hiding behind dusty mirrors,
They fill their cups with the special of the day.
Narcissism plus tax on sale today.
They spend their time spending money,
Spending time, spending money,
Trapped in fresh design of illusion,
Running from beautiful disenchantment.
I hope I’m free, leaping out
Of this cave, and not leaping into another.