The City Exists
The lights flash all around me,
My eyes finally open,
My pulse finally heard.
Dreaming was too much for me,
So I'm finally awake,
From my tomb,
My watery grave,
I listen to a symphony
Of beeps and honks and flashes,
Watching the freeway signs,
Black, white, blue, red, yellow, green,
Speeding past in a blur of artificial life,
Letting me know that the city exists.