Night fell an hour ago and the bus
powers onwards, weaving between the
traffic lines that sprawl like veins
through this jostled city and
I power through, strides as long
as pauses between meals
taking me across dirty concrete
throughout a hive of life.

My fuzzy headphones pound
the beat of the Metro Sound
into wrapped up ears, as I hug
and bob, journeying an odyssey
from work to home,
gleams of headlights pave
my way, as I hurry through
Winter’s breath.

This work is killing me slowly,
for eating is impossible
when travel costs are factored,
the time required versus the
sleep I am grabbing one sided
to my detriment, and yet
Adult responsibility I undertake
is paramount to a human like I.