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Staring out of towering glass boxes,
Metal monsters, concrete jungles.

Surfing the world on numbers and wires,
Algorithms, digital, channels, remote.

Terrified of the street corner, the outside,
Your neighbor, the air, your driver, the water.

Going through the motions, come on be successful!
Graduating and working,
Marrying and divorcing,
Marrying again and dying.

What did they say?
What is safe and what is expected,
Money is the key
Work is the way
Success is everything.

But you've forgotten to breathe.

Forgotten to live.

Excellent!

OK ... THIS ... *pointing up* ... is my kind of poem. It has something to say which is clearly articulated and not indecipherably clouded by pretentious phrasing. Gloria Estefan's song lyrics are so on point when describing much of today's "modern poetry" when she says, "...the words get in the way." The words of lacos2693's poem present a clear idea. What does it avail a reader of poetry to come across a bunch of melodious phrasing which says nothing to the reader? I refer you to Gertrude Stein's poem, If I told Him.

I also like the opening metaphors which capture the sense/image of living in today's urban environment, as well as the closing thoughts which, sadly, seem to suggest the goal of far too many people who have been conditioned by society and commercial advertising.

Very well done lasos2693, and thank you for sharing.

Metal Monsters... I love that line.

Really nice poem

I think this is why some people are homeless. They just couldn't take the pace and craziness of the world. I've even thought about doing that just because I don' want to be just another cog on the wheel of this crazy world. I get really irritated with constantly having to be in a hurry or constantly having to decide priorities and what I won't be able to get in to my day.