City Sighs

Last Friday, I spent 4 hours on a 4km stretch of road.
*Big Sigh* I wish I didn't have to ply my trade in the city.

Sleeping towns

They are no longer our homes

Mere edifices

In which we keep our belongings

And then to have forty winks

We rise before the rest of the city

And retire last

Yet we are paid no more

For spending a sixth of the day

Trying to get to there.