A heart in a plastic vessel

 

At the first wake of the day,
I look out at the grey sky.
I wonder how long I will survive
in this plastic reality of time..

My old shoes, wanders me,
towards lights, pavements, people passing by;
Life is strange , stranger still
is a smile that ends with a sigh..

Short ponders during the day,
while I wait my turn in the busy world ;
Makes me wonder what life holds for me
as light and shadows, play fair..

And as I lie down to sleep,
and gaze upon the ceiling high;
An empty feeling escapes my soul,
will there be no one when I die?