Emptiness

They call us strange.
We call them simple
Their goals are set
Their wants are eager.
A dusty look into the hazy spaces,
Will make them think you're an insane scatty.

Exact, elaborated calculation,
Disjunction, aspiration and dissection,
Miscounted life plan realization.
Minds bordered with a one-way destination.

We think of colors and their meaning,
They think of their 5th car petrol filling.
A steel smile 's always there in their eyes,
No sentiment or worry in the hearts.


Don't be afraid of automation era seizing,
Nothing can harm you more than fierce vivid beings.
Just close your eyes, imagine future living
You'll vail your eyes and disappear in consciensce.

They say we've all been same some time back in the past,
And rainbows were in the each of us
But now I look out in the sunny sky
The streets are empty,
And the souls are blind.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I noticed a few minor typos in this..."veil" and "conscience" but the meanings and the delivery were superb...my favorite of yours! It leaves a feeling of eerie disconnection...quite a wonderful literary trick there! I think you might have shortened the first lines of the last stanza to simply..." They say we've been the same back in the past; that rainbows were in each of us..." I think that might strengthen the delivery there but it is only my opinion. I am adding this to my favorites...excellent piece.