Inner City Life

You're pacing
your mind racing
thoughts
one and all
moving
everything is a flurry of activity
your lungs are bursting
your throat is dry
you're panting
yet something spurs you on
some demented demon that you're fighting
breaking away from monotony
and just for a while
you race not to keep up with life
but to run past all that we were made to be
in this concrete and cold steel world
you race for yourself
me myself and i
being alone and at one
songs play in my head
in a constant loop
thats my mantra
my meditation
and the rush of midnight wind
as you race to the top
for your reward
for I no longer fear the night
the darkness
ghosts, gremlins, whatever
I have ran away from it all
and I look down at the concrete jungle below me
they're not among me
the demons are down there
clothed in their minor charades
don't they know there is more to what they have
I do
I just don't know what
and until I find out
I will remain solitary
with everyone and yet not
looking from the exterior
while clad in the uniforms of civility
and as I descent back into the hell where I came from
concrete jungle of mine
I thank you for your ignorance
lest your greed seep through my temple
that little green lung right at my backyard
and as I run
I cross a bridge
and sometimes
I burn it down so that the demons will never keep up
as I run
I am alone

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