windscreens weeping

car tyres screeching

the world is at knowing its pace

children chattering

acknowledging what the world has bought them today

yet silence is the new opportunity they need to seek

to then really acknowledge what the world hasn’t bought them silently.

the train wheezing through the wind talentless

as the breeze is the bring it on challenge

the rhythm the leg shakes to the eyes of those visions  

the rhythm to wanting to declare the sights and the words the mind speaks.

these seats are empty yet full of screams.

like clowns, we display a painted smile yet keep an unfortunate frown.

the sun scorching heating,

sweating the minds that are substantially different

reoccurring the zones of disclosure

the chanting of unforgiving songs,

the humming of the bus swaying to the tunes of their behaviour

walking alone in the strayed minds the birds chirp aloud.

waiting alone on the platform, residing in those momentous thoughts.

breathing the air of lies and the cunning noises clammed up.

the recycled words and the fresh breath of the leaves.

the upsides of delusions. being the only one who designates its life to be precious not worthless.