Concrete Jungle

As the night creeps And the darkness invades I gaze out the window And notice a building A vehicle engine The stench of pollution I taste the sour pale mist Now I bask with pessimists The sleeping are happy Living in artificial But the awake are sad Fearing the unofficial and Seeking the antisocial seclusion Before the tree leaf's moved outside The crickets screeched The air reeked natural The atmosphere wasn't factual