Chaotic noises,
Clustered spaces,
Rattling bones,
Sickly faces

Roaring monster,
Tumbling tires,
Foggy windows,
Sweaty bodies

Even at night the cycle goes
Over and over,
Nobody knows-
When this cycle began
And where will it end?

This is the life,
The life of us few
Who pick the toxics
Over harmless fumes

Who like the big apple,
Over the orchards
Who enjoy sleepless nights,
Over peaceful slumbers

Rainbow colors,
Entertaining days,
Sea of people,
Everyday