Poetry In Motion

To fake a smile...

Lanes for people, high-tech gadgets disrupt reality,

No need to wonder, nor to feel...

And faking life is life itself.

No light shines through our spirit numbing curtains,

For no one needs to know what waits outside,

With empty souls and hollow staring eyes,

We climb the stairs of life

But keeping still...

The stair itself is moving,

But we're not.

We stand, and watch...

And wait for it to pass.

When you are dead, you're so afraid of life,

If you're alive, then all you wish is death...

The midgets standing tall amidst the crowd,

As giants crumble down

Without a sound...