Synthetic Serenity

An empty stretch of road lies before me

Barren of all but myself and a plastic bag rolling along in the wind

Tumbleweeds of the inner city

I catch a glimpse of headlights in the distance

But they disappear just as quickly

The fireflies of a booming metropolis

I hear a pigeon coo somewhere off to my right

A faint but familiar sound

The call of the wild in a concrete jungle

I feel scarcely more than the thumping in my chest

Like a beast trying to escape its cage

The mechanical heartbeat of a manufactured life