SUBURBAN HOSTAGE: Sterile Sanity, Artificially Tethered

HVAC, 
you stab in the back;
In (sub)urban fox hole,
you challenge the soul

Prisoner of climate,
let us rethink, 
life is finite

Transport us to place,
where wind
blows air in our face
and drywall bars
give way to freedom


B. 


Prisoners of HVAC,
soul in a cage,
trying to fly out
from suburbia's rage

Cocktail of social media and humidity,
as if immersed in bath;
'Tis an achievement
to have taken another path

Pods of dwellings,
all looking the same;
How can we reconnect with sanity,
if we've succumbed to the game?

OM