The country boys commute

Here I am among the steel and concrete mountains rising way up to the heavens and closing in on me all around, the sound of thousands of feet scratching, scampering and scrabbling is prominent as the rat race gains momentum… not like a babbling brook but a cataclysmic flood of souls relentlessly rushing through the tight winding streets of the city… As I become wiry of fighting against the tide it becomes apparent to me that I am part of this periodic, humdrum, tiresome migration.