Metro Walks

Metro walk...metro talk,
Are we living in cities or prisons,
amidst the huddle,hearing the muddle
of voices thwarting sense and reason.

Every sun ray brings a hopeful day,
a thought of breaking free,
yet further inquisition
makes us cling to inhibition,
without rules,where would we be?

Are we awake to our own cries
of freedom,of a sense of strangle
for the sombre day,
we face everyday,
we crawl further into the tangle.

Oft I feel,our soul is alien
to our breathing body corpse,
it screams from within,
we can feel it writhing,
and yet the soul is trampled by drops,
of the same tears,
that feel the soul's fears.

Metro walk...metro talk.