Hustle bustle, metallic clangs and the distant whine of sleepy children . Muffled music straining,
Through the hiss of coffee spiked steam
Device lead zombies trudge
With invisible eyes leading their way, thumbs tapping furiously with muted frustration etched upon sallow brows.
Whatever happened to talking on the phone?
People altogether but isolated
Crowded but alone
Each body a separate entity consumed in its own aura of self-important arrogance.
Slaves to the commute
Victims of the corporate
Cogs in the machine of
the social miasma
Feeding the hunger of the materialistic monster,
Gnawing at the minds of those who were once carefree young souls.
Why don’t people talk anymore