As I stare out the window
watch
the cars drive along the perfectly made roads
see
the people moving in and out of the city
hear
the birds chirping
feel
the soft breeze pulse through my skin

I wonder if this world is faux
a figure of my imagination
a hopeless dream
I've created
to cover up
the unfortunate reality
to hide
from the anthropogenic plague of
that which is
surreal modernization