Last View

I step out in the road to feel the cool beneath my feet
I wonder if they will stop for me or if they'll ever come at all
The city stretches out beneath me
A reminder to a generation raised without stars

I hear the engines roll up and I know they are for me
So sucking my last free breath of re-invented air
Here's your freedom, do what we say, a stolen gift from a politician
Deletion, directive of chrome