The city was like a bubble.
I could see beyond, but never touch.
The concrete towered over me.
The sky above welcoming my escape
That I never reached.
Captured, cornered, like a caged beast.
The bubble of the city prevented my release.
Millions of creatures roaming the streets
Unaware of my plight.
Consumed in their own dilemmas.
Bubble city is what I call it.
No other name will do.
If I escape, you will find me in the Catskills.
Hiding, casting my line under the sun.