Humanity waves to me from the gyratory
system,
a thousand and one cars an hour go by,
I watch as a butterfly
skips over a ladybird and the words
of an old song come back to me.

Humanity rules over long concrete highways,
go nowhere,
nobody cares if the mountains sink into the sea,
the butterfly flies away
the end of another day,
in the turn on, turn off the
gyratory.

Taking a sharp right
my wrists are being
cut by the long
night,
there's danger out there where the
concrete sea reaches the shore
but
tomorrow will wait for me
out
on the gyratory
along
with the
ladybird.