Highway Highrise
Concrete jungles show their fill.
Driving on the highway highrise,
Speeding past the city skies,
The view up here is quite a thrill,
Concrete jungles show their fill.
The cars below look like toys,
Zooming past with such poise,
The wind in our hair, sun on our face,
Getting lost in this rapid pace.
The city lights twinkle below,
As we travel to and fro,
Rushing to our destinations,
In this fast-paced urbanisation.
The highway highrise never slows,
As our journey onwards goes,
Where it leads, we can't be sure,
But our spirits remain high and pure.
So let's take this ride with glee,
And see where it takes you and me,
The highway highrise is our guide,
Onward we go with nothing to hide.
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