I walk these city streets alone,
all day searching, I am a drone,
The rats drive by in their cars,
Wheels spinning fast-
they know not where they go, only that they are late, out of time,
As we all….

The sounds of my city,
the symphony of melancholy,
the concerto of terrible happiness,
the irony of it all,
And time ticks on…

I walk to absorb, what others cannot see,
To hear the laughter, and the cries,
The babies dying and the elderly living on,
I go unnoticed about my quest.
Spying on the lives, as the clock counts down…

Inevitability is what this way has become…..

©2016 dedhedpoet


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Charley says:

    This is great!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks for the reply!
      Many thanks, A

      Liked by 1 person

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