Following the Follower...

In an upset tone the silence shrilled away at the crowd who seemed to be heading in no particular direction.
Something appeared to be chasing them.
It appeared it was the sun.
They were moving in all possible directions, calmly engrossed in their subconscious exodus.
Once in a while a storm of conflicting emotions would slide them away from the barren repertoire of exclusive control.
Once in a while they would seem human.
It would appear as if they all smiled at once, a giant glint of recognition, a movement of hope.
But just for a moment.
As the sun rises and the alarms go off, they begin to move in a desperate commotion to prove something, to achieve something, to keep the wheel moving, to scrounge for a meal - reinventing themselves.
Rediscovering lost zeal.

A sense of suspended urgency always seems to haunt as the motion of this machine takes turn to reproduce it self - clogging and chugging.
Blogging and Laughing.
Thats the way it is.
Thats the deal.

Solitude remains alive in the bereft illusion of company like a butterfly trapped in a leaf.
Thoughts surrender to random feelings, while greedy sharks eat away the soul in stale dis-belief.
Somehow somethings didn't seem right,
but we all continued with the fight.
Perhaps this war will end someday,
but would we still be
so far away?

Walking in the rains on the mountain slope
they watched the trees disguise their shape.
Talking alone without any hope
they grimly planned for silent escapes.

Wandering about with no glory or shame
they stepped on valour and made up games.
Wondering about the indelible demise
they lost themselves in a green disguise.

we believe that no one is lonely.
But how exactly could we not be?
Its a body, a brain, a mind, and a soul
all neatly packed with no warranty!

Cheers to you my friend
I am wasting myself to no end.
Drink up and don't be late-
you still think this all is fate?