Post Japan Depression

Small steps towards glass

That protect balcony

A sea of neon and right angles

A dream a thought

A life lived to meet a quota

By product of brain

In endless circles

And when the want warrants

Direction to the stop sign

The last person sitting

The ache

The longing

A place to be accepted

Where hands rested intertwined

Sunlight graced thumbs locked in prayer

What do you dream about

When your world is laid bare

Where do you wander blindly

Into unknown pools of grandeur

Into places you don’t belong

Into the consciousness

Of the three piece suit

In the center seat

Of their worries their joy

Their return to the familiar

Their anxiety of the anticipation

It’s all without purpose and with

It’s all a dream this life

It’s all unspoken