Urban Madness
Life of a newly-made adult.
Engulfed by the perpetual passing of days, I don’t remember being anywhere else, My body is always tired, and my throat always dry, My heart is pounding but, it doesn’t know why; Everything is harder than it used to be, Adult-life is not the fanciful story it seemed to be. Now I only want to miss the peak hour traffic, And finish the chores that need immediate attention. The taste-buds have become numb of late, to the sickening food of the cheap diner in the next lane. The clock repeats itself, and so does my body, Each day gets harder for the heart, In this urban madness.
