Buildings poke above green heads under a grey canopy
All of these people I see. Families.
The rain being too much for her umbrella, a woman waves for a taxi
I watch the world through a restaurant window
At least the piece of the world that's mine, or the part of it that's me
The cars travel in a straight line

It left me to wonder why people are so much like cars, when they are free
They can swim in the ocean or even climb a mountain
Cars can't climb mountains
Well, they could but only by using roads already created for them by others
Is that all we wait for? A path already made?
Tracing footsteps that weren't meant for our feet?

Why do I fear change and time?
My hands can build an empire for myself and my loved ones
From the ground and dust where birds will come to nest and feed
And love and breed
I can plant a seed and nurture it until adulthood comes and it matures enough
To understand what it means to chase a dream and live a life worth living
And that's what life is for
For living
Must I face it alone?

I can sit inside this restaurant with my coffee and menu
This paper and pen
I'm supposed to love this safety, this warmth
This shelter from the rain
I'm supposed to love the isolation and avoiding conversation
And all of my relations
But do I really?
I'm supposed to,
I'm supposed to, I should
I really should
And then I know that I have become as great as The Great Jay Gatsby.