The urban marathon.
They all have tickets to the pitfall.
Chasing cars, buses, stores, offices.
Walking on concrete, staring at each other.
The sky is so high that barely anyone notices it.
What was once infinite, is now a piece of decor.
The homeless look for food and wander around in the endless quest for survival.
Just like the pigeons.
The pigeons sit and watch. They speak to the pedestrians, but the pedestrians don't listen.
Someone stops and feeds them. Someone feels safe around them for a while.
But the city keeps humming.
The ambulances keep rolling.
The clocks keep ticking.
The shadows keep running.
Time is left behind.