The lonely people

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Travel  |  House: Booksie Classic
Those who commute and their ignorance.

Submitted: June 26, 2014

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Submitted: June 26, 2014



They walk to the train station,


Dressed in their suits,


Their coffees in hand,


Handbags and ties hanging loose.


They fight for a seat in the box of movement,


They pull out a newspaper, 


Headphones and books to put themselves in a state of exclusion.


The same hundreds of people,


Travel together everyday,


They don't know a single name as they get on their way,


They avoid eye contact,


Avoid it at all costs,


God forbid the battery on their phone dies,


And they get themselves lost.


Then they would actually have to engage in human conversation,


As they ask for direction,


When they get off at their station.



Nobody wants to answer or acknowledge the life around them,


They get off the train and walk to their office.


They may get to speak to colleagues, 


But that is all they are.


Not a friendship in sight,


Do people even know what they are?


They trek back to the station,


Avoiding again,


They look down at their phones as they wait for the train.


They'll wake up tomorrow just to do it again.


When did society begin to live in seclusion,


Afraid to speak to each other,


Make a friend or join a movement.


It seems people have to drink to be social anymore.


That's society, and society is no more.


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