The City Walk

Work for it.

Rush for it.

Makes you not wait,

go and get it.

Crazies to avoid,

the subtle slow walkers,

before their bubble bursts with the reality of the city.

The rush is not for those who wander undecided,

addicted to addiction to coliving in inhibition.

How much easier would the walk to work be if all this i didn't have to see. The mane I’d have spared from turning gray by staying home in your vicinity. My lover, nature, my possession.