exuent?

Neon lights
and fast cars.
Neon
lights
and
fast
cars.

Neon,
neon,
neon
everywhere.

Where are the stars?
Clouds?
Neon?
Lights?
And fast
cars?

Walking through
the madness of civilisation
I look for exits
every minute,
for a place to
jump,
for a place to
breathe,
for a place to
sit,
to seek,
not riches,
sparkling diamonds,
papers that certify
my intelligence,
or lack thereof,
just a small nook
where I can talk
and listen,
where I can
breathe
and wish
for no more
neon
lights
and
fast
cars.