Concrete

As the electric dragon rattles down the tracks
I glance up to an eery pink haze
Pouring in between the buildings around me
Before I know it the streets burst
With people following imaginary paths-
Walking morning zombies-
As though a switch were flicked and the world came to half-life
I find it absurd and watch the preceedings unfold before my eyes
My body melts into the concrete surrounding me
My eyes chase geometric shapes through positive space
Surely this must be Emerald City in a nutshell
I'm convinced of this much

Where the city sounds of far off cars
And green glass meets clean swept streets
Seagulls perform their morning stretch
Unaware of human eyes
Below us tunnels wind connecting like wormholes
And terminals buzz like busy hives
I stand in the middle and smile
Let the drones fly by
As well as time
So the only concrete is below my feet

The telephone rings, the ceiling glimmers
And Emerald City is lost in my eye