Just Passing Through

The TVs playing at a different speed.
To me, it is full of odd shapes, curious voices
Unknown colours and strange rejoices.
A world for which I have no need.

Conversations rumble over on subjects unknown.
Screeching, senseless, repetitively bleak.
Empty stories on repeat but no sense do you speak.
In this loud crowd shambles, no thoughts are your own.

Daily routines a continual loop of the same.
The guarded loud whispers of complete strangers news,
Judgement over all and such cowardly views.
Point the...