Small squares dot the hildside

Tiny ants scurry about

Moving rectangles cruise on along

A few building blocks stand tall



This is the view

timeless,

peaceful,

ever stirring.

Shout!

    

              Yell!



                        CRASH!



Fish!

            

           Flowers!



                       Final Hour!



STOP!



           Pay!



                     Ca-CHING!



Pike



        Place



                    Market



                                 Is

  

                                      Everything!

Constant beeping

Stifles many's sleeping



Get up! Time to go!

Don't be late for work!

Even arriving a minute tardy,

Makes the boss berserk.



Suit, check

Briefcase, yes

Clamor on to the bus

Cup of Joe, got it

Manila folder, find it!

Gee, the boss'll make a fuss



When you think you're in the clear,

Uh oh... rush hour is here!

Stuck behind a geezer, ******!

Acceleration pedal, jam it!



8:01...

Oh hell, you're done.

Like a lone wolf

I wander



Like an ancient thinker

I ponder





Great city lights,

lead me



In my pelerious flight

intercede for me



Like there's no time in the world

I leisure



Like a mourning window

I need closer





Great city lights,

I be stumped



Maybe that's why

I lost and jumped

High above

         Over looming skylines

Feeling like a titan

         In real time

For once

         Conquering over streets below

Watching everything

         Come and then go

On once hand

         Your view is limitless

On the other

        You're rendered powerless

Seeing how much

        Activity is around

The many, many

        Sights, smells, textures, sounds

The only thing

        Reigning above you

Airplanes on strait paths

        To make their due

An urban titan

        So limitless

Distant from the city

       So powerless

The first light

Gleaming with shinning power



Unlike the dawn

In the midst of witching hour



There's more!

Lighting up like a fiery display



A tasteful

masterpiece they portray



Such a momentous thing,

How can it suffice?



Truely

this much be paradise

Driving through the

dark and dreary

night



Fleeing about the

looming clouds in

flight



Glancing down on

the flickering lights

below



Not about to

question all the

hopes

   dreams

       harships

of the bearers

the light does

lift



Such a lonely

exsistence a highway

lives