Stolen

Yeah, it's a choice, hasn't felt like it. Yet, you know in your heart it's true: the city has stolen your spirit. Okay, you're still breathing, not that kind of theft- but the real deal. Living better. Healthy. Another relative term, but you know when you're not, sitting in dead traffic like a beaten mule, mindless, obedient, accepting abuse like it's normal to be whipped. You're simply city-screwed, compliant to a lesser quality of existing, all the corrosive factors part of your urban world. Soul locked in the angst lane, rushing to some future last day, expect even your hearse gets trapped by the metro train. But anyway, already gone, you won't mind the humorous delay. 😎