Escaping Humanity

Feeling the desolation, of smothering air Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear Throng of the city and no sight of the sun Incessant noise and the desire to just run. And I drive. Arterial routes clogged by metal and wheels Schizophrenic drivers living others ideals Neon and lights sizzling the sides of the streets Marketing signage, greed’s consumer receipts. And I drive. White picket fences, roses, and manicured lawns Ridiculous box housing, erected for ludicrous pawns Playgrounds, big supermarkets, cafes and parks Sprawling suburbia with its pools built by sharks. And I drive Warehouses dispensing the needs of the hordes Industrious factories like cash castles of lords. Sawmills busily feeding more desecration of land Refuse collection sites completely sterile and bland. And I drive. Ten-acre barons on frivolous bundles of dirt Escaping urbanity in the unproductive outskirts. Postage stamp fields supporting ponies and kids While toffee nose parents sit in ultra posh digs. And I drive Paddocks of cattle dispersed through productive farmland Shiny new tractors with men toughened and tanned Marshmallow hay bales pimple the face of the ground Irrigators urinate on earth until drowned. And I drive. Magnificent mountains covered in beckoning trees Clear running streams and whispering breeze Wild flowers gently waving as robins flit all around Radiant true colours and smoothing calm sounds. And yes I am home.