On all the streets, the cars will honk

And crash and screech

While watchers gawk

And pigeons squawk

Thoughts try to speak above the din

Come out as shrieks

When louder wins

“That’s kinda cringe”

Yet it’s quiet in my alleyway, at break of day, I’d like to stay.

The buildings block the poison clouds

That hide the sun

Unseen by crowds

Used to their shrouds

Earning their name, homes scrape the sky

Those small boxes

Muffle our cries

And echo sighs

Yet it’s bright here in my alleyway, at break of day, I’d like to stay.

The moon is rendered obsolete

When flourescents

Hang over streets

Where no one greets

Under the smokey, hazy sheen

Of cement life

With metal gleam

We all look green

Yet it’s fresh here in my alleyway, at break of day, I’d like to stay.