It seems to me that if you are not here and you are not there,
then all you do is stare at the people that are around you like you are the animal in the zoo
Work, Home. Work, Home.
A stone drone, a lone soul in this crowded dome.
Fleeting thoughts, most forgot in the exhaled fogs.
Mind not stale while the soul flails, aspiring to spirit away on any given day.
Not producing, just reproducing, though unpleasantly.
Fingers itching, deprived from the wood and steel string, notes in a sling.
The questions pile with no answers nigh
Breaths turn into sighs and eyes turn to the skies.
then all you do is stare at the people that are around you like you are the animal in the zoo
Work, Home. Work, Home.
A stone drone, a lone soul in this crowded dome.
Fleeting thoughts, most forgot in the exhaled fogs.
Mind not stale while the soul flails, aspiring to spirit away on any given day.
Not producing, just reproducing, though unpleasantly.
Fingers itching, deprived from the wood and steel string, notes in a sling.
The questions pile with no answers nigh
Breaths turn into sighs and eyes turn to the skies.
© Rahul Chidambaran 2011
love it,
ReplyDeleteyou have captured the sentiments vividly, our society has many fortress to block people.
bless you.