Early Morning
It’s morning – rush hour
Everyone seems to have one thing in mind
Humanity is a river
Seething this way and that
There is no stemming it
Once it has started
Here and there
Dam walls exist
Other than that
Like water it flows
Now and again a container arrives
And takes some humanity away with it
But it all seems to be a fruitless exercise
More seems available now, than existed before
It’s like a flood out of control
There is no stemming it
People seem to be willing to lose their individuality
Almost as if it is for some greater cause
Become one with the tide
This is the route to survival
Go with the flow
Only now and again
Are choices necessary
Otherwise let the collective decide
I wonder how many are awake
They all seem to have the same glazed look
I think it must be something in the drinking water
How have I escaped
Then I think – perhaps I am the same outwardly
Aren’t we all
How then to be who we truly are
Within the collective
Is this conservation in its simplest form
Conformity helps the world function
Or so it appears
I immediately dislike the idea
I find that it is not easy to go against the flow
And yet, here and there
I catch the flicker of a smile
Or a sense of awareness in the eyes
I am not alone!
(inspired by In a station of the Metro)
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