the heavenyl

They were walking around,
Like crazy humans.
Typing in
Their phones.
Screaming
In their minds.
Unhappy
With the air,
The sounds,
The traffic,
The lights,
The buildings.
Heavenyl.
But happy
With the places,
The people,
The stories,
The smells.
A drug that we
All take when we enter
A metropolis.
We can't escape.
It's a process, a cycle.
The ritual of becoming.
Every bus stop,
Every metro station,
Every city street,
Every corner.
That's where you find it.
In the minds of the city,
In the hearts of the machines,
In the metal portatile hearts of the humans.
But for a moment it feels like heaven.
Like everything is a part of a
Beautiful paradise.
And then you realize
That's the effect of
Heavenyl, the
Heavenly
Drug of every
Metropolitan Human.
Take it or not?