Bird’s Eye View
Drowning in a sea of some discontent
Waking and aching to another day
To the city streets of drowning dismay
Not sure of who they were and what they meant
Staring down, looking around to the sounds
Of the flow of time and ebb of people
The Drowning simply veer to the steeple
To swim through society and not drown
Extending a hand, deflected by glass
Keep moving, little ants, stay disrupted
To a life media has corrupted
A feeble attempt to help the masses
We do not stop, it continues forever
Time never ceases, drowning forever
Christopher S. Malone 