Assaulted

Modern life rapes me.

Assaulted

 

 

In this day of catch phrases

Inordinate slang that moves past

Like the pedestrian mind

on the jagged highways of cities.

 

Pressures to have more

Got to get more

Be first, be a winner

At the end of the day.

 

We tug and pull

We cut each others paths

To declare ourselves on top of the heap.

Proclamations lost as we have no ears to hear.

 

The city streets moan

The subways are quite explosions

Underneath we bewail and project

The respite life of enlightenment and technology.

 

A thousand times a minute I am assailed

And my mind grows numb

Scenes, terms, background music

Opinions, emotional tugs, never ending.

 

As my mind grows stronger

More synapse are connected

Yet I am more lost than ever, simply overwhelmed

Like a giant child then, I throw my tantrums.