through the window's pane
a fleeting glimpse of 
life's snare
curiosity's flame yearns
venturing realms

is it a spirit craving an elusive taste
escaping the confines of solitude
or is it comfort, 
of the old
a sanctuary of dreams?

Perhaps,
a wild uncharted domain, awaits
a tapestry woven from stars 
whispering mysteries that only 
they (hear)

inward 
outward 
the sight remains - free
self reflections and destiny's grasp
a soundless cry
an odyssey 
or 
a venture awry?

the glass discloses sagas painted on air,
a montage of dreams - 
a soul stripped and bare

with every breathe,
day transforms into night

are they chasing solutions,
or drifting beyond their minds?
are they caught in this portal,
they look back at me

at what's yet to be

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How would you design the city of the future?

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