Looking out the car window

yellow, bright yellow lights

I sit on the subway and watch everything pass by

I come to a forest made of iron and steel.

elegant streets, chaotic streets, dirty streets, bustling streets

skyscrapers, construction sites

People are walking, walking with purpose.

He is holding a newspaper; he is carrying a briefcase.

She wears delicate makeup, and they laugh as they walk.

I'm walking aimlessly.

I watch them go by

TV, clothing, the taste of consumption

I go back to nature.

In the middle of the dense woods, I watch the birds that fly by

They are so graceful, their wings spread out in a perfect arc.

The pleasing shouts of teenagers playing football can be heard in the distance.

Wind is blowing.

I feel cold, so I keep walking.

Back in the night forest, sex, bewildered, relaxed, vigilant.

The paralysis of alcohol, and the sound of music awakens madness.

I cover my eyes and look at the endless emptiness and joy.

I think of the flock of birds flying by in the woods, why do the birds fly?

I leave, I fly away like a bird.