And now we lie in the silence listening with expectation ears pricked for the pin drop the sounds of hope yearning for the symphony of the city streets percussion of pedestrians composed by commuters friction of lives against asphalt but dead beats fill the silence the rise and fall of our existence oxygenating respiring fear of expiring the lives that fill the arteries that give life to the concrete veins that pump existence into the hard construction we will come with fresh breath of normality as we invade the city as big issues remain unsold and untold tent lines of temporary accommodation make way for outdoor seating the life and death of recovery.
