Born into a world, chose a city

I’ve been driving to work in two expedition vehicles. I’ve been eating a barbecued steak at lunch, which was three day’s provision. I’ve been shopping, which is chilly mountain scenery. My lawn mower is the spare wheel of a truck. My living room is a cubicle, misplaced in a living nature. My bathroom only smells like the ocean. My yucca palm hardly reminds me that there are palms out there. I paid rent, which was the juice to drive. I’ve got all the brand-name stuff, but where’s my weather jacket. My shoes disgust the mud. I never learned to hike, I never had to.

Do I want to live this urban way?