A London Tube
People stand oblivious,
Watching, waiting, anticipating
A little life, perhaps,
Amidst this concrete jungle.
People dress to impress –
Looking to see
If any other notices
Me, me, me.
The I AM in the city –
Infinite – me?
They’re robots, following time,
Not allowing space to breathe,
The birds and the bees
In sensual relation.
Natural beauty flourishes around them
While they create masks to stand out from the crowd.
Not wanting to see what’s within,
It’s too far removed from the me, grinning.
Yet beneath this a soul cries
They look to the skies but the breath sends them reeling.
Their choking themselves, preventing life
But their eyes remain shut
While I’m screaming,