Running Away

I think I know enough now to know both worlds

The village, an isolated community

A city, the building prison.

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The prairies are a trap of their own,

The golden blanket acting as no escaping gate

You could run for miles and still be seen

A neighbor will always be there; waiting, suffocating.

Whether it’s for condolences or judgemental gossip

Documenting every aspect of your life,

you cannot avoid. There’s no running away here.

Your story is always told,

Even if you are not there

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The urban place is like an untamed zoo

People in a rush to do the same things,

A daily routine – work, sleep, maybe eat.

There is no time to waste,

When you’re already wasting time

Wait, stop. Red light. Am I choking?

Look at the buildings, topping over you

Is that the sun or a dim streetlight?

As if you’re trapped in a revolving door, not knowing

Caught staring, at the outside world.

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Are you going to come with me?