Human figures sit in angst filled silence
Gloomy stares upon the endless highway
Future up ahead now drifts into past
Verdant trees outside
Fleeting whims upon the street
Lines in pavement, lines in faces
Pushing towards destination and demise
Seconds tick away
Flickers upon the soul
Hardened like the concrete below
Fertile soil beneath the pavement
With words I spread my wings
In this rolling cocoon