Its all grey
even in sunlight
cities full of people surviving
not living
grey and cold
cold people
hungry
hurting
worried
finding small smiles where they can
small moments of laughter
in ever monotonous days
without color
colorless
we stare at vivid screens
streets empty at night
we dream of projected
friends
and parties
and families
projected programming
for quiet monkeys in boxes
staring
believing in
Life
go silently from one place to another
headphones in place
thumbs scrolling
looking down
connected
and not
no music echoes down your streets and alleys
all artistry in the service of selling
cheap merchandise
no dancing
except in expensive places
or hidden ones
The words of the poets and philosophers
have been silence
we have central
programming
isolated we try to connect
but there really are no places
to gather
we must only
work and sleep
survive
The sun is brilliant
on gray cement
landscaped grass
stone fountains
and
empty souls
