The Lion Sleeps Tonight

My footsteps carry me in a trance like state through the wilderness. Screeching beasts swirl around. Step forward. Onward I go. Streamlined sloths slow my progress but not my will. Step forward. I search for a path to follow. My foot presses down. Prehistoric instincts guide me though the maze. Dodging drones blinded with tunnel vision. Movement has stopped. My feet are at rest. My drive to work is over, the lion sleeps.