I hope it's alright to post this here. Let me know what y'all think! It has nothing to do with FMA, but I need opinions on it. I threw caution to the wind here and went with a free verse, something I rarely ever do. Forgive me if it's horrid.

Rush

I sit on a cold park bench
in the front of a stone building.
They say it’s a place for “Higher Education,”
But I sometimes wonder.
The bustling street in front of me is
crowded with various vehicles
and modes of transportation.

I am cold. The harsh breeze glides
across my face
and blows leaves across the sidewalk.
Well, it would if the leaves weren’t
plastered to the ground from the rain.

My hand shakes as I write,
and my skin is cold.
The meager jean jacket that I’m
wearing doesn’t seem to protect
me from the cold reality of the world.
A car drives past, blasting loud music,
with incoherent words. I think it’s rap.

An odd assortment of scrambled
thoughts race through my mind.
Why do we feel the need to rush?
Society teaches us from the earliest
of ages:
“Rush! Rush!
The sands of time are falling,
Mortality is calling
And all the while you’re stalling!
Go, go, go, go, go!”

My ride arrives, a large diesel truck,
a miniature factory of exhaust and fumes.
To me, it is not merely a mode
of transportation.
It is a white-and-tan striped
dragon, reminding me
of the Rush. Constant. Continuous.
Rush.