A traffic light with a degree in hand,
changes color for a salary so grand.
It laughs as we walk without a care,
knowing that no one will dare to stare.

The trash can, dressed in a suit so neat,
devours your dreams like a fine gourmet treat.
“What more will you offer?” it asks with glee,
as you toss away hopes so carelessly.

The sidewalks, weary from our relentless race,
sell tickets to the wrong kind of chase.
Are we sprinting for fame, success, or the sun?
No one knows, but...