“Being Conscious Of Walking Unconsciously”
Strolling through adult life with a hole in my shoe,
My mindset is blank frenetic.
The kind of nothing that undulates and buzzes to the point of distraction.
Been happening so long, I’m numb to it.
Seeing others shuffle past.
Poring over palms of deadening light.
And with a nickel,
Scratching grey shavings off of paper in hopes of winning more paper to buy more paper to scratch.
Monotonous Mobius Strip existence.
Treading deadly on a treadmill,
Going nowhere as fast as you possibly can.
The lunch counters are no longer full.
Just an aimless rabble on walkabout.
But, somewhere buried underneath it all,
Trickles the concession that most of us were meant for this.