Palm trees in town
There are palmtrees in town, to be funky for a while,
They make cocktails in pubs, for fake holidays at night,
A few trees in gardens of companies to forget sickness
of part time living, and city life as a fight.
I think cities are sweet if you can enjoy it,
While living for your Friday nights will never be fine,
We all need something more, something to work for,
To let the light in, to make the dark shine.
There are gigs in the streets if you keep your eyes open,
Great people near you if you keep your heart open,
There’s a soundtrack as you walk if you your ears free,
You’d just love all these people if you knew their story.
But if you learn, then you work, and you don’t think at all,
Do you prefer a career, or a life to go through?
What’s left of you if you take away your job?
Life comes first anyway, so please love what you do.
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