Single File

Single File
Wake up to a world overcast in concrete skies.
Where the smell of exhaust is a factor in people's daily lives.
You elevate to earn yourself the status,
then walk home alone at the end of the day in single file.
Hard to come to terms with how they do it,
when the streets are lined with houses you can't live in.
Meagre sleep to spend time in tall buildings,
in front of scrolling numbers on computer screens.
All her friends stay logged into the system,
in fear of what would go down if they tried to hide.
Hard to come to terms with how they do it,
when the air is formed of things that you can't breathe in.
Scan the streets in search of something better.
I've been here since I can remember.
Hard to come to terms with all the consequence at stake to stay there. She'd lie awake for hours dreaming up a better place, where maybe...
Hard to come to terms with all the effort that it takes, to stay here.
She'd lie awake for hours thinking of another way.
My Lady, you're gone. It's done.
My mind is racing but I can't feel my head.
This world an island, isolated conscience buried in the sand. Sleeping.
The blurry memories they come as they go,
so hard to focus when The City watches everything you do,
and stops you from dreaming. I'm leaving. Soon.