Busy Night

I hear the chattering of life by a hole on their body They chatter uneasily about the inevitability of life's experiences Some claimed they were high as skyscrapers therefore going on was futile for them Others say it was mild so they were successful The City was filled with sounds of different kinds Piercing Street lamps, racing of cars as The memory speed of a computer Many rushing souls in anticipation to get to their abode Goods sellers in anxiety of making ends meet All souls lease out their frustration, anger to the world I let out a sigh because I got a chance to my destination