A Melancholy Ride In Houston

On the streets of endless progress, past the suburbs of delight, We drive through matchless wonders, of steel and glass and light. The hunger is infectious, you can feel it in your veins: the will to thrive at any price— go on and break your chains! Fortunes have been made here, the path is paved and broad. Do you want to have respect at last? To play at being God? But then I see twixt the towers and gleams, an old cemetery. So much for our dreams. Written on 10 March 2017