Symmetrical cities might bring prosperity
but where is the childlike joy of hidden turns and uneven vistas?
The inhabitants of symmetrical places lose their drive,
No time to consider the imbalance,
complacent in equality, losing sight of those who’ve lost their way.
I wonder where imperfect people go in symmetrical cities and who defines that imperfection?
Are there homeless people in symmetrical cities?
Are they tidily placed in convenient corners?
What do they talk about in symmetrical cities?
What conversations are the nucleus of their dinner tables?
Do they ever disagree? Or do they all conform?
Where are the artists in symmetrical cities? What is art if everyone is creative and everyone dreams? If everyone is different then are we all the same?
How do you love in symmetrical cities? Are we romancing ourselves or wooing reflections? What is freedom in symmetrical cities but a liberal merry go round of consumer paradise?