Stands alone on an island
in a sea of concrete
washing away all the insecurities
that humans have come to believe
in nature.
Watches me from behind a newspaper
watches me from behind
a face of stone
uncontrollably angry
with the short straw.
I hate the bus in the morning
unsmiling, unfriendly faces.
Humans all too busy with their own...
their own day, their own way
to forget who they really are.
Comes in late,
surrounded by a sea of black
forgetting which key opens the door
forgetting to smile
sometimes forgetting to breathe...
Walk through an aisle
empty to the sight
but packed with everyones baggage
work, study, life, tragedy, comedy
too many people for this new building...
I like the residential sections.
I like the parks,
and the rivers like winding blacktop
walk paths through the parks.
I like everywhere
besides this concrete battlefield.
besides this red brick and cream concrete
I like everything but that sea of black
a fear grips me,
not that I won't be accepted
not that I won't be appreciated
but that I may start to like too much.
that I may start to covet like a child
and want to touch everything...
shining... or not... |