Eyes Down

Something is wrong with this city

Commuters shuffle single-file

Nine to five and back to nine again

Seven million loners

Patent leather pounding pavement

Tinny headphones playing

Music to the same beat

Silent

This can't be right

No-one looks at anyone

Staring into space

Thinking of home

It takes bombs on buses

To bring us together

And tear us apart

Fanatics with fertiliser

Suit melds into suit

A charcoal-grey

Hive mind

Living for the weekend

Close enough to touch

Feeling each others' breath

So why so distant?

Maybe it's just easier that way

Funnelled into colour-coded lines

On other people's maps

This isn't a city

It's a prison

But everything will be OK

If you just keep your eyes down

And your head down

Keep to yourself

So you don't have to feel