The City
The streets are crowded and busy
There are people all around.
I feel like a lost child
amongst a city of robots.
I watch the cheetah
as it whizzes by me
as if it is alive.
I see it suddenly slow
becoming a hungry beast
gobbling up the unsuspecting passengers.
So much hustle and bustle
I wonder how things get accomplished.
There is so much to see
There is so much to take in.
I swallow hard as I prepare
to start my day's journey.
I am face to face with the beast
I let it consume me like so many others.
My lungs burn
reminding me to take a breath.
This is no starving beast,
but merely a machine.
I relax and close my eyes
while I am transported like a snake
around my nation's capital.
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