The Western Tunnel

The western tunnel was closed today

People in cars had to find another way

I sat on the pike watching them pass

Wondering why they let their lives move so fast

I slow down time, staring at the piers

Watching the people, alone, with my fears

The rhythm of the highway doesn't match the passing tides

And the mountains seem a backdrop from yet another slide

Machines to make the city taller

Creating only unmasked squalor

Where seagulls perch to pick up trash

And homeless men sit and beg for cash

All this mixed with flowers and trees

Where the cityscape intertwines with the breeze

The ominous clouds are really mountains

The roads are filled with statues and fountains

The western tunnel was closed today

People in cars had to find another way

And as I sat on the pike watching them pass

I knew this feeling would never last