A walk back home

I feel torn on my walk back home,

Disturbingly comfortable being alone,

A thought suddenly crosses my trampled mind,

Have I exchanged my soul for the corporate find?

The leaves on the trees receive no stares,

The pouring rain has none to care.

Did the birds fly back to their nests today?

Or was I too busy making my day???

The shadow of death has fallen on me,

My cold face not even glaring at me!

Was I not breathing a moment ago?

Then how have I fallen to be remembered no more?

The zipping traffic has crowded my mind,

It’s black, it’s gray, it’s not my way.

But if everyone is walking I must walk too,

For the end must be near and in this direction too.

The pied piper has done it again,

Look at us merry, look at us unaware!

The gleeful faces will soon be a memory,

Of the sedan days and corporate glory!

The shroud has fallen on the face of life,

The priest is reciting in his pious voice.

The requiem is humming through the blaring horns,

The world seems like the Trojan horse