Nightfall cascades with bridge tolls
Traffic covers roads like
Parade floats and street shows
Only the 5 o'clock traffic jam
Doesn't come with live bands
Nor masquerades,
Or people pacing in place
To celebrate some common trait
It's quite basic, it's daily
It's structure, it's pavement
It's movement from boxes to boxes
By placement cases for currency
Some call it necessary
Others say its slavery
Some live in luxury
Others stay in poverty
But they cross paths
Every Monday thru Friday on 280
See, Lady stare at her watch
Man yell at his truck
Lady talk on her phone,
Business calls before home,
Man got laid off
Now his budget plan just collapsed
The road blurs-
So did the map on my lap
I got lost in the city today
I see sun lick skylines with war paint
And the moon rise up
Mountain tops with drum beats
Its rhythm keeping tempo
Of car beeps and phone rings
Of lightstops and tire squeaks
Of clockouts and rap scenes
While my feet tap in sync
With wind chimes and heart strings.
I got lost in the city today
Crossed streets and districts
Parks and picnics
Skyscrapers and schools
Hospitals and pools
Heard laughter and slander
hop scotch
Heard gunshots, clocks
Tick tock
Just passing by on the right,
"Don't mind me
fast paced society"
I can't quite see what's in front of me
Industry has me on my knees
Which way to go
What route to take
What box shall I accept to take
It's all the same in different ways
A survival game with unequal play.
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