I see you walking across the street. Your suit and tie, holding your weapon of a briefcase. You're a true weirdo, absolutely odd.

You're clearly on drugs, from the looks of it, you're tripping on bluetooth. It's making you talk out loud to yourself.

You're so strange, I would bet you're not even counting steps, or looking for treasures, or ensuring the safety of your own dear mothers back. 

You're so into that bluetooth of yours you haven't even noticed me stopping and waiting for you as you wipe the mud from your polished shoes, you nut. 

Yes scurry forward busy being, I just don't understand you strange people. You've barely noticed the fact that you'll never know any of these drivers stories. Doesn't that eat you up inside? Knowing that each and every single person has an entire life leading up to the point to where they are now, and you'll never know it? I'll bet it doesn't! 

Do you even think about what kind of a world we live in? Everything around you is so much more than what you think it is. The cars, the trees, the lights, your job. The world is much more different than what you see it as. 

We live in a world where the streets are filled with machines growling at lights begging for open roads. A world where creatures create your success and predetermined lines are drawn by predetermined hands. A world where we try to stop our skin from showing proof that, even if not today, we once wore a smile. 
A world where we try as hard as we can to blotch out the stars with city lights. A world where love is what you're supposed to do after you've had your fill of mistakes and call it "Experience," A world where we swear love, kiss and miss only Christmas. A world where all hope is ridiculed and silence is death and death is silence. A world where the old are ignored when they declare "I'm scared" talking to no one, but only trying to remember the ocean. 

Turn around and notice that I'm now following you! You are an absolute psycho! 

We are greed and we are never wrong. Our bones will be metal and our dreams will be broken wings. Accept the steam and remove the trees. 

I see we've arrived at your work and you've learned nothing. 
"Yes return to your cage! You've cut off your own wings and have become a flightless bird. I'll bet you don't even remember ever having them. They're there on your back now. I know you can feel your heart pumping blood in their direction. Your heart misses your wings stranger, your head reminds you of this with dreams." 

You seemed scared when I shouted this at you. I should have expected that. You are so strange, you never even asked for my name......I have no idea where I am.