I listen to stories untold,
And then at night,
I keep analyzing.
In a world so connected,
Messages, chat, internet.
And yet I find the times of,
Pre-internet more satisfying.
I don’t know my neighbour,
And my life works 9 to 5,
I am too exhausted to go out,
And the slightest noise makes me flair up.
I look around,
And everyone’s the same,
I wonder if they are as,
Burned out as me?
Are they as lonely as I am?
Are they people lost,
Or are they Questioning,
Their existence.
I want to shake them up,
Move and shout,
But I do neither,
I just stare without a sound.
And each day, I go back to my life,
Feeling the passing years,
I kiss and I hug,
And my story will always remain untold.
~ A Poem By Fizz, © 2014