Bioscope

traffic lights
turn green and red,
trees stand tall,
and lift their heads,
marching streetlights,
blaring horns,
concrete and tar,
flowing on,
cars and bikes
race to nowhere,
people weave in and out,
no one stops, no one dares,
hoardings lure
the wandering mind,
fluid walls
left behind,
thoughts meander
back and forth,
past and future
take turns to vote,
the mind comes to rest
in the moment, at last,
the journey ends
without the cast.