Wasted paper on worthless bottles that wore me down,
Sleepless faces begin their days in the streets,
Attempting to start anew, start fresh,
Rid themselves of the reasons they couldn’t sleep,
I know why I couldn’t.
As the pace quickens towards the coming hour,
Honest conversations still linger in ally ways,
While dishonesty floods the sidewalks,
Did I really say that?
Perched in an empty stairwell,
My head pounds with every passing step,
Aggravated from the heat in the anxious aftermath,
This is not real.
Chaos races around in the already corrupted air,
Buses look like giant bugs here,
Sucking and eating away at decay,
We’re in the future now.
Welcome to the city, I guess,
I would really love a glass of water.