Concrete Happiness

Beep, click,flash,thump,bang, patter, sounds filling thousands of ears daily. All driving by time and lists upon lists, forcing a life that drones forward. Day turning into night; the only rest is known by those 8 hour evenings, a glimmer of a promise...promising a restful sleep. Weeks turning into weekends chalk filled with activities; luxurious such as sleep for gone, their time too be used. Feet pounding, wheels turning on forever concrete; towers of concrete surrounding all that move beneath them; yet everything is beautiful. Happiness; how could it come in the form of concrete?