FLYOVERS

The world beneath those monstrous structures is a different one.
quite different you see when i look at the world in which i live or want to.
sometimes i think they were built to overlook what lies beneath
or may be to overlook the ground realities.
when i cross them i never want to look down
for i know that i fear that what lies there
may pull me down.
so i smugly sit in the car, windows shut
and look straight ahead
as the slope which leads to the road triggers a stimulated sensation
in my body.