The scurrying and pounding of rubber and plastic soles carrying the empty and needy souls of the city to and fro in an unsophisticated symphony of conformity and organized chaos
An old bearded black man sits alongside the quietly decaying walls of a government welfare building over thinking and laughing at irony as his cup slowly fills with singing coins
A clumsy child looks on with confused awe, being inconsiderately pulled away by an anxious, worried mother, fearful that the site of poverty is contagious and deadly
A block away, scantily dressed, truant teens practice smoking stolen cigarettes, curse, and laugh, making fun of the diminishing abilities of the elderly as they helplessly listen and remember their own careless youths
I, in the center, stare deeply into the overwhelmed soul of society pondering where it all went wrong, wondering if this diseased cycle is in vain or is there a greater purpose
I am distracted by a honking horn and a screaming pedestrian, waking me from eternity. I remember my direction. Looking at my watch, I continue on in haste, unaware that I am still a slave
