Towers

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I wonder as I look, at towers in the air
If all the people stand in one place, or sit in the same chair
Do all the lights come on at once
Do all the toasters pop
Do all the kitchen tables, sit in the same spot
Do all the people think the same
Do they have  original thought
It’s hard to be creative when you’re sitting in a box
So symmetry has it’s place
The rhythm is quite pure
Dwellings need a human touch
Some curves add love for sure.