A syndrome of apathy
I crave the lights at extreme rates
Flashing in my pupils
As the gusts of wind
And rain, I am drained out of compassion
Consideration
I thrive in the arms of consternation
And high speed internet
I gaze obsessively at
The razing traffic and smirk
Wickedly when it jams
I pour another coffee and swallow it
Promptly
No time to savor it or getting burnt
And I dwindle and
Dwell semi-sane in
My post-modern haven
But the truth is
I don't know any other, no longer
M.S. 22-12-2006
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