Endless Days

The chaos of
Endless chatter,
Babies whining,
The bored sighing,
And the time goes
Ticking past.

Where time freezes,
Backward and forward.
Playing with the mind,
Artificial lights create
Artificial day,
Endless days.

The same rush is the same
Slow-motion movements.
No smoking everywhere.
Standing, sitting, leaning,
Mainly, everyone is,
Waiting.

For the endless day
To be over.
For their three hours
Of slow-motion movement
To be all over.
To move into the next appliance.

Where clouds and stars
Whiz by,
An illusion,
Televisions on every window.

You only wish you were
Going some place new.
Its all in the mind,
All a mind game.
Never to find out
The truth of the place,
Of the past.

An illusion of
Travel across oceans,
Travel across time,
Travel across space,
Travel through endless,
Artificial days.