Jungle

It's a jungle out there

concrete n stones

glass n iron ore 

two legged ghouls

blank eyed soulless souls

fast cars on road

they seek validation in forever looking busy

when they're free..they're boring and bored

much like these building

that sprout up like mushrooms

making holes

in sky like shores

buried in clouds

painted with kohl

of tireless chimneys

soot spouting bowls

paned with mirrors

pained with horror

a busy bright shoal

shimmering like gold

swimming without a cause

swimming because..

they're on top of their life's goal

run hurry run

make a million similar mould

of the same thing you've ever done

of the same thing you'll ever do

mentally registers these moments

type a silent 'lol'