Transportation is slow but, life
and information and thoughts run too fast.
The TV drowns me in waste space,
The mess and chores and problems of my
o̶l̶d̶ real life pains me.
Sad and empty am I.
The radio shouts and repeats and lies to me, on
my drive to work.
Where roads are twice as wide but, have
half as many lanes.
The soft sound of well manufactured, functioning
controls dull and numb me, monosyllabic they drone, built
for comfort and aesthetics, they
in fact detract from the colour and sound of
the real earth, real light, real life.