Tedious and Tiresome

A poem about our monotonous life

Photo by mauro mora on Unsplash

Where am I? Why am I here?
All I see are hundreds of men
With phones in their hands
Books long forgotten
While walking past or rushing ahead.

So many people are around me
With earphones in their ears
No contact with the real world
Each minding their own
While walking past or rushing ahead.

Checking off each of the items
From their very long checklist
And having forgotten their smiles
They remind me of robots
While walking past or rushing ahead.

What should I do? Follow or lead?
Will I become another robot?
Or a shell of my own self?
I wish I knew how to survive
This nightmare called life!