Humans, how strange
So many, too many
Everywhere you go,
Everywhere you turn,
There they are,
There they stare
Stare into you
Watching your every move
Never letting you be

Ever present, ever invasive
Surely as ever, many abrasive
Manipulating, twisting, talking
Chattering away their complexities
None know what they speak of
Only one another, and none more

Surrounded, what can I do?
Surrounded, suffocated
Invisible grip around my throat
Heels fly across concrete
Aching, ever sore feet
Run, run far away
Quiet escape, hideaway
Alas, where shall any be found?

- January 26th, 2023