Tranquility
by Ian McAtee
Cars rushing past, all speeding and fighting to be first off the lights, they’re all hitting their horns, I assume they have somewhere to go although where it is I don’t want to know! A bus pulls up, so many people fight to get on they’ve all got to get somewhere so they stand in the stench, in a closed compartment and breath in everyone else’s sweat. A tram goes by ringing its bell, even more people pour in, their numbers swell. There are also the cyclists that rule the road, they must be tired of living, as they asssume right of way, Don’t they realise, everyone else is bigger than them? Everyone seems to have somewhere to go as they all rush noisily past my window.
Oh, where did peace and tranquility go?
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Andy Fore – Sun, 2007 – 01 – 14 01:03