No Exit

No Exit Trapped in a land of high-rises and storefronts Mannequins behind glass stand motionless, watching Arrows point. Bookstores invite. Red to stop. Green to go. Park here—NO, THERE. 2? 8? 33? Remember to buy milk. Shredded cheese. Which way? That way… I see you, but I am invisible, recording these moments. No exit from this geometry. No exit from these patterns. Follow the tire tracks Just a small rebellion: stopping and looking.