Here to There and Now Again

Contained within a thought most weary
A notion of consciousness as bleary
Waking up with fists outstretched
Furtive feelings barely sketched

Hop an afternoon foot race
Walking with a savage gait
Rambling roads to hills and clouds
Pigeons toss their fecal shrouds

Cities loved and hated thus
Smoggy cars and crowded bus
Fills me yet with human stories
Wanting yet the rural glories