escape

the street was rushing beneath, this is the fastest way i know, where all the cars move backwards, and giant alley trees will grow again, i cut across the city's backyards, counting cracks along the concrete, a burst open spider web, and every blade of grass will make me sneer, when all the fields dried up, tens of comfortable years ago, i made this journey once before, and the city fed me long enough, to put a weight around the middle, this is apparent affluence, left in a pack when i was little, then i got pulled apart from closest friends, there was a door on my horizon, and silver sparkling rays were pouring in, so i sneaked away on soft hands, another world in the making,