How do we ever navigate
about this crowded city of ours
with vertical real estate
and too many silly, silly cars.
There's little sense in it,
no reason to be this crowded,
with room for all to fit
we park until life's clouded.
The alternative is clear,
but we're reluctant to give way
for we grasp out of fear
and for less we will never pray.
What will less look like,
what would more freedom mean?
It's not life on a bike
that leads to a life more lean.
For salvation's close enough,
brushing right by us every day,
those strangers carrying stuff
the ones always in our way.
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