Busy rushing people
Like ants upon a track
Focused destinations
No time to look back

Concrete jungle all around
Tar and pavers on the street
Rarely an opportunity
To feel earth under ones feet

Contrived controlled environment
Dictated by rules
Some no more than robots
Bureaucracy their tools

Reflection in the glass
Looking back with empty eyes
The city hustles by
Alone her spirit dies

Trish Johnston 2nd March 2012