I assemble myself Each, a part chasing its inclination amidst the traffic of my mind Neither right nor left is wrong: Off the median's comfort I'll keep my pace crossing. Crossing this androgynous street
Green means many things "Picture this" I get around in my EV The trees neatly packaged The streams and the grass and the cows' milk and the eggs of the poultry in abundance "You're living in the wrong city my friend!"