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Lights are gone

Empty city

Grey is the scene

Neon is the divine act

The plastic is real

Its part of your life

Its part of the culture

It’s the taste of your life

No strings attached

No need to bond

JAMES is on his way

To save the world once again

From the present evil

Lurking in the shades

Of unpopularity

The sword of changes at hand

A threat to the cultural ascents

Carved through the times

To give it a distinct look

An image like never before

Never mind the thorns of mediocrity

Never mind the shaky foundation

As long as the order is kept

And the routine is back on track

And we buy and we sell

And accept and swallow

Till the last cup

So what happens next

When the writers are gone

And the new creative hand writes a new tomorrow

Will they only have the courage

To wake up to a world…?