When We Weren’t
A long time ago,
I wonder how things were,
All us humans,
Were erased from the earth's soil.
A dinosaur must have laid his feet,
Just where I am standing,
And where a large synagogue was erected,
A four-toed lizard must have scurried through the sand.
New York City is its own bubble,
With buildings springing out from the ground,
Every street corner I turn.
In the days of the dinosaurs,
Only animals set foot on the rough terrain,
Battling for the limited resources on the land,
But enjoying the landscape,
Freed from various architectural works.
Evolution is its own little game,
Each city expanding its bubble,
Increasing its capacity for progress,
But keeping its distance from perfection.