Snail's Pace
Summer
And the city air tastes like a dream
Mirages above sidewalks at eight a.m
The freeway kicks and screams like a spoiled child
But I won't give in to them
Stress
It is written on so many faces
I'm sorry, but I won't be taking their places
I walk like a snail at a pace where I'm free
While people drive like lunatics
To go home and watch TV
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2013
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