Poetica

"Poetica" There are tourists and then there are residentsIn a city where the walls are filled with soundBasting off the floorsListening to your own thumping in the bassThe wizards play sirensPeople march, some chant with the soundA lot of the tourists are smaller then their shellFunny they forget how small they really are in thatgrand citySome even forget where they came fromThe gatekeepers, they don't own the keyThey're merely robots that depending on how they feelon that dayExtend their arms to remove and replaceThe rope that let's the quest in and outThe city that only lasts a nightMeans nothing but a sound