Life lingers lifelessly <br />Neon lights come on by design <br />Between parking meters <br />Homeward people stand in line <br />Subways violently surge to a stop <br />Carrying briefcases of sighs <br />Stacked like stale sardines <br />Hiding their troubled saddened eyes <br />Stuffed in a fish bowl world <br />Not being able to look out <br />Yet everyone is looking inward <br />Congestion settles in no doubt <br />Suits in poses to well programmed <br />Their etiquette weaves not a new thread <br />With daydreams in need of repair <br />One could be mistaken for almost dead <br />Odors collide with fragrances <br />Smoke stirs them into one <br />With all thoughts on the same track <br />Except that misfit concealing a gun <br />But the same ending is near <br />When we scatter like ants <br />In a few crowded minutes <br />I’ll be home watering my plants<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-o-clock-rush/
