Ink And Reason

It’s evening, it’s cold, maybe it will snow

On a bus I read a depressing book, full of sorrow

Every now and then I lift my head to look at the traffic hell

Thousands of red cat eyes that spit toxic fumes in the planet’s belly

I notice late that next to me there is a girl

I look at her face, thin lips, young, tired

She does nothing, just scrolls on the phone screen, rhythmic

She looks at nothing, just at her virtual world, static

I get used to her, we go in the same direction, right?

We share the same experience, the same cold night, right?

But she doesn’t know, doesn’t feel, doesn’t see

She is in another world, far from me, from you, from anyone

When she suddenly gets up and moves two seats away

I feel abandoned, did I do something wrong?

Who cares about me, about her, about us?

We are just some lost souls scrolled on someone’s wall,

Without voice, without purpose, without a call

We don’t know who we are, where we belong, what we seek

We just follow the crowd, the trends, the meek.