That chill is in the air again.
****, its like standing in the frozen-food aisle
looking for something cheap to eat.
Gnawing at you in the morning rush,
looking for that vacant seat.
On crowded buses that enter cities.
Where the rat-race ebbs and flows
As it carries vacant faces that sit rushing
to and fro.
Lost to themselves and to a life
that just seems out of reach.
Reading headlines about men who know,
who really shouldn't preach.
Overloaded with whats right and wrong,
they carry weary frames.
I  wonder will they ever see?
This rat-race is a game!