the fall...

Another damp morning

And i rise to the same old din
to the same cantankerous ranting
to the tepid early morning tea
to the run of the crowd
and my aimless amble.

To the frivolity of the flashy bill boards
to the haggle for the auto
to the empty talk

and the perfunctory smiles.

The focussed nameless faces
put my disillusionment to shame
The guilt ephemeral
I trudge along
the dead ends ominous
As decadence closes up on me.

Procastination becomes staple
Ignorance no longer bothers
The numbness an everyday affair
the disenchantment does not give away.
Life goes by
but is still stuck.
And the fall never ending.