Music in Pollution

Body on the move
in this musical groove,
Head bobbing smooth,
All we need is music to soothe.

Easy going back,
Ears attuned to every track,
Car rolling, cruise control;
Friends in each other, soul in soul.

We all know the tune,
Wheels sliding under luminous moon,
We smile and laugh as we're on the run,
No one can stop us except the sun.

Slaves to the Air
While the worlds aware,
We find it's getting harder to live,
But how can we help if there's none left to give.

Soon enough we'll be extinct,
The roads we cruise no longer distinct,
The music we breath will wither and die,
All to happen if we pollute the sky.