Oh, still the noise
the rush and the bustle.
Leave me alone,
blank yourselves out.
Push those earphones in a little more.
Listen to what they say,
isolating whats outside, whats real.
And when the surroundings shut out
its only shapes moving.
Lips shaping and faces contorting
Silent emotions spewing, in vain.
in their own little microcosms
Face reflecting a collage
part fear, part anger
part apathy and part hope
And all i can do
is look at all this and smile
mutterand babble something to myself
and enter the shell of my own little world.