To Be Alive

Quick breath, big step,
Don't look down; we're all little kings with a concrete crown.
Run, run, don't stop; everybody needs more.
24/7, Tell me fucking what it's for.
More glass, more steel, more floors; more signs,
More ways to save time, no time.
Green turns, red,
Red turns green; wake up somewhere in between.
Birds all buried under engines of wire; sunset bleeding through electrical fires.