Hustle and Bustle

Hi Cyberspace,

I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but I seem to be struggling to keep up with blogging everyday.  Yesterday's blog wasn't even written originally as a blog post, but I liked it so I decided to put it up. In light of the many distractions (especially the NHL and NBA playoffs), I've decided to write a poem about the scatterbrained type of life we all seem to live.

Daylight; the rays break through my curtain
I don't want to get up
I work up the courage;
Only the bravest can leave their sanctuaries.

I fear the hustle and bustle.

Outside; surrounded by the masses
I am a trailblazing pioneer on this sidewalk.
The current; I fight my way against it
Eventually I'll get there.

I fight through the hustle and bustle.

Fluorescent lights; is that the colour of my skin?
The air conditioning hurts my sinuses
Phones; Computers; Televisions;
We love our electronic lives.

I am a slave to the hustle and bustle.

Murmurs; Words; Tweets; Emails;
I over-read some conversations; my language is dying.
Manners have flown the coop;
We are all just running chickens.

Screw the hustle and bustle - I'm going back to bed.

Peace and Love
The Critical Stranger

As always thoughts, comments and suggestions are encouraged and appreciated!