A rhythmic taping,
These keystrokes keep yapping
Replacing our vocal chords,
No longer alone,
In this secluded world,
Always connected to an external spectrum,
The bass kick in,
Musics best friend,
An annoyance brought on by neighbors,
Thumping slowly,
Like a erratic heartbeat
awaiting life's next verse,
A tumbling from below,
the basement echos,
cleaning the rags of our daily lives,
A buzzer shouts out,
footsteps race around,
completing their daily chore,
At the outside window,
A cat sits happily,
breaking from its street survival,
This reality,
unfamiliar to it,
has become its favorite show.
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