As time ticks by our lives unfold
each day brings new thoughts and deeds
forgotten friends, half remembered dreams
memories fade different needs
as we grow old, new babies born
couples part fresh love found
darkness envelops till new day dawns
no one cares, if there's no one around
telephone rings shattering the silence
breaking into imaginings of yesterday
the music plays softly in the corner
reading cards and letters, words meant to say
door slams shut, another opens into space
traffic racing along the motorway
don't have time to stop a while
will we regret this out come one day
rushing madly, shouting screaming
no time for politeness voices snapping
machines churning minds scheming
plans wrecked accidents causing
STOP: listen to the world outside
to many people living on the poverty line
take care cause one day it may be you
who needs a friend the wires are so fine
when asked can you do something for me
think a while before you answer
don't have time to much to see
give them a hug is all they ask
dry the tears, say I will be there
is it really that much of a task
to hold a hand listen for a while
comforting words saying you care
just say Hello give a smile
it will simply brighten some ones day
Life seems too fast to simply stop and say "HELLO"
Living In The Fast Lane
Simon Icke
Life's so quick; life's so fast,
At this rate will I last?
How on earth will I stay sane?
Living in the fast lane.
Peace of mind I have no more,
Simple life has gone for sure.
Always wanted in constant demand.
Mobile in car, mobile in hand.
No time to talk to an old friend,
New friend, computer says'press and send'.
Half-hour lunch if you are lucky.
Eat whilst running your fast food Kentucky.
Send a letter.'It takes too long',
Fax and E-mail are the new song.
Internet instant message has just beckoned,
Chat to global village in a second.
How long can I keep up this pace?
Will I ever finish the New World Race?
My life is spinning out of control.
A high price to pay for selling my soul.
Yet Another Day
(Typical Day of the Modern Man)
N.S. Dharan
Yet another day has dawned
With its predictable routines.
The morning ablution, the prayer,
The breakfast, and the get-ready-hurry;
Commuting in congestion,
Bursting into office,
Sinking into the seat,
And slouching over the files;
In-between coffee, tea, and snacks,
The staleness of familiarity,
Meaningless pleasantries,
Inevitable annoyance - all so familiar and loathsome!
Back at home, drained of spirit,
Senses dead, Soulless for readymade relax techs,
I long for diversion.
Alas! Only family chores.
Modern Man
Mack Manhattan
Just have to get it whenever you can
A day's work for a whole day's pay
There ain't no reason, there ain't no other way
The only way to make it
Is just go out and take
Even if you have to break
Politicians in high up places
Hiding back of smiling faces
Sure know how to give and take
And fill their banks with the deals they make
Why should we be giving, the world owes us a living
That's the right of a modern man
Little woman at home all day
Husband comes home too tired to play
She takes shelter in her shadow
And gets her loving from another man
She never meant to do it, the times have drove her to it
But now that she's been through the end of it
Had a friend but his mind's all through
He's got his money but he wants mine too
He wanted to take so bad
It drove him crazy, and it drove him mad
Life for him is over, he never tasted clover
Now he's just a modern man
