Hustling, Bustling
Running to and fro
Traffickers abound
The streets are full

Someone slides
Another collides
No one cries
No one comforts
The traffic goes on

Hustling, Bustling
The lights say red
But everyone says go

Warnings, Shrieks, Bang!
Another fatality
One more gone

Hustling, Bustling
No time for the disabled
No comfort for the weary
No hope for the dreary

Hustling, Bustling
Everyone in a hurry
Everyone’s on the go
Friend and foe

But whither to they rush?

‘Tis a good question you ask
For those who travel the STREETS OF LIFE.