I look around and see nothing there
Though people are all around me
They sit alone in their miserable existence
Seemingly content in just to be
Their blank stares are nothing new
For man’s existence is the same
People stuck and waiting for something
Our technical genius is to blame
Tortured muscles stuck without motion
Glances at timepieces add no relief
Moments tick as though in silence
Salvation given through sordid grief
A booming voice comes from above
Giving birth to things yet to arrive
Human activity directed to moving
And end to suffering standing side by side
From sitting to lines they move so slowly
Boredom shifted only for awhile
Lost souls departing for new origins
Past history forgotten with a kind smile
