3 May 2012
I'm stuck in this town, Walking around and around, Searching feverishly for green leaves, Or just a fresh breeze, ...Please?
Up and down, Round and around, A maze of rock and ground, No bird song to be found, It's a smoke-soaked trap, Full of wired-up rats, All tap, tap, tap...
I search and search, But there's no grass to feel, No ground on which to kneel, Even the pigeons aren't real!
The sun is pale, Like a whispering veil, Motorised rivers run, Up and around I turn, Green men validate my moves, I can no longer walk where I choose.
Urban Trap • Opuss № I