I hear the sound of singing birds, welcoming the dawn of a new day.

I hear the sound of traffic as people go on their way.

I hear the sound of the hustle and bustle of city streets, that never seems to end.

I hear the sound of dust blowing in the wind.

I  see and hear travelers throughout the day.

Travelers, whose minds never stray.

I hear the sound of voices, including my own, plotting every move.

I hear the plans of those who have nothing to prove.

I hear life.