Soliloquy

Everyone here is steadily nudging,

Rapidly moving or slowly trudging.

It’s a relentless pace they know,

As everyone here is moving and shoving.

Everyone here is strongly guarded,

By the hands of everyday strife.

The simplicity of struggle eludes them all,

Know how to make a living, not truly a life.

Because everyone here is shredded by silence,

And the void made by the sound of guns.

They know the roads that all go on,

Never caring for the not-taken ones.

No one here knows what to do,

When they come across blood in their tears.

The malaise strikes them before they can know,

They don’t wipe and end up with many happy years.

Because everyone here knows their place,

Their breathing determined by intrusion.

The pace unrelenting takes away their steady vision,

So faster we run, towards self-implosion.