I hear the sounds of cars racing past my home.
Beeping, hardly ever...just a fading Zoom.
The periodic diesel of a bus stages its presence.
I rarely take notice, still...
they're a grain of my essence.

The hallway outside my front door
echoes of children springing from the elevator...
Outcast citizens to my elderly neighbor.
Signature of an unruly presence,
a loud synthetic thunder.
Yet, they too are a grain of my essence.

The bread of my essence,
when my recipe is complete...
"I am Man!"
Unlabeled, unpacked, a mouth watering treat.
I am no one's, I am the property of all!
I even belong to those brats, way down the hall!