Lyrical Rumination (assignment)

by imlikeabirdillonlyflyaway

Walking through the maze of the streets. Over concrete, bricks, pavement. Halted again and again. The machine is demanding; he must always go first. Even when the secure shade appears, he still wants his turn. He is impatient because he is relied on. I am submissive lest I be brought to ruin.

He dominates this age.