buildings scrape the sky
the is no room for mess
one person and one more person
in this urban loneliness

it's plastic and it's glass we face
and the distribution of goods
what am i in this rat race if not
a mouse in search of food

i am well fed, can barely move
but that suites them just fine
because what good am i to them
if i don't wine and dine

my body weighs me down
and keeps me fastened to the floor
and that's probably why i never notice
how my mind tries to soar

i buy and buy and when there's no more space
i make sure i can expand
because that's how
you win the race