This is life in a nutshell
humdrum
but I've no song to hum
music is drowned
by the incessant market-drum
which the crowd in boredom
in cohorts rushes for
clowns are daily crowned-

life at large
is predictable
the familiar
is favoured by people
the senseless word-
'comfort-zone'
hugged to the bone
play, dance and sing
let the banal hone
never mind
the sterile outcome
noise and loudness
cuts* short the dreams
of innocent prime
and insults lonely old age
regarded as the castaway
of unfeeling time
the superficial reigns
brings down the bulwarks
of the true and sublime--

this in the end
is the moral harm
and outcome
of the self-chosen
society-made humdrum