Fast Pace

For a second my eyes were blinded by the city lights

The loud traffic and chatters over dodads and what nots

This circle is talking about daily targets at their office

That circle is talking about what went on behind private spa rooms

Like a potion of miscellaneous ingredients, it's a magical place with strong effects

The clicks and clacks of heels, workboots, even slippers

It's fast, like a Vivace over an odd timing

Polyrhythmic that blends into a seemingly harmonious music of a big city life

Fast, chaotic, somehow the center of everything

The sun that never stopped revolving, with an orbit that's too arbitrary to predict

Following no one's and everyone's preferences all at once

It doesn't have to suit to anyone's style because people are just puzzle pieces

To complete the grand puzzle of a big city

Once you're in place, only then you can see the big picture

But just one piece at the wrong place could ruin it for many

Misplaced dreams and misused honors

Over saturation of puzzle pieces that no longer formed anything

It has slowly become a race to fit the missing gap, even though it might not be for you

Just to fit in, as not to be discarded

Perfectly chaotic for those participating

To them chaos is harmony, and harmony is chaos

I guess, no one really knows the original big picture anymore

So just step on that train so you don't have to wait for the next one

Just go where the big city takes you

Find your own big picture

Create you own definition of chaos and harmony

That’s the only shot at self preservation.