The streetlamps know exactly when you pass,
The sensors breathe within the concrete wall.
A city made of silicon and glass,
That hears the echo of a footstep's fall.
It steers the traffic with a hidden mind,
To clear the path for every rushing soul.
A perfect order that we’ve all designed,
To keep the chaos under strict control.
But privacy is traded for the ease,
A transparent life beneath the lens’s stare.
We live our lives as if we aim to please,
The unseen masters of the urban air.
The hive is humming with a steady beat,
Where every heart is mapped upon the street
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