As the trees grew older and died like flames
As the smell of gas creeped everywhere
As cars raced around me
I found myself stuck in a shell.
As the bitter cold slipped through my coat
I was stuck in the middle of the highway
The cars were daggers not stopping for anyone.
And I thought about how good it would be to go back
And to have enough to eat every day.
The Maze Runner
To be an engineer