Lost In the City of Smoke
Pearly white smiles
Steady handshakes
And firm nods.
I find myself clinking glasses
In the world of suits and ties
Across the sea of faces,
The wine stinks of pretentious grace
The polished corporate walls reeks of depression
As we all become shadows of ourselves.
Yet the globe seems tucked in our palms
With all the godly inventions-
Devices and gadgets
Towers and skyscrapers
Booming in our generation
But why does this city
Get a little more mad
Each and every time
As men wander for purpose
As if lost and in disarray
Some begin tearing each other apart
A few burst into tears and agony
While the rest rot in slow mental malaise
As if suffocated in the abundance of data
Starved away from raw human connections
In a city of smoke and false propositions
I squinted hard
Mentally clearing through the dust
To grapple the reason why
I often see successful men with empty lives,
Happy faces with such sad eyes
The dust is yet to clear
It robs the air from my lungs
And I am yet to find an answer
I am still squinting
Still lost-
Baffled to have lost my purpose
In a seemingly purposeful world
