There is not enough.
The world is small
A concept long discussed, recognized.
Every day the distance shrinks
In our minds if not in miles
The knot tightens
The city grows
And the fields fall away
to long roads that
in their turn will fall as well
or rise, rise as the cities rise
Climbing like iron vines
Fed by a synthetic majesty
The city grows
As children fall asleep
to the sound of the electric orchestra;
The Hum, the heartbeat of the multitudes
The soul of Mankind's ambition
And all the world knows
The City Grows
Concrete and asphalt
And metal and glass
Homes for the modern man
hives like ants, minds like ants
Drones are the modern man