Urban jungle—watch the people struggle to just get by
Everybody seems to be on the fly
Driving here and driving there
Look at all the people everywhere
Rushing to work
Everyone's kind of a jerk
Rushing to school
So, they won't be a fool
Here we go! Peddle to the metal
No time to sit down, or settle
No time to waste
As you gulp down and barely taste
Your hamburger and fries
Hear the cars screeching cries
Darkness comes, but the city never does sleep
On look, the many well-lit windows, their eyes that creep
Where is the grass? Oh...there is none!
On they drive, will noise ever be quiet and done?
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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