Trekking in the early morning, on a cracked road.
My feet do not step, but drag.
They are busy, hurrying to and from the mundane.
Isolated they step and dart through the mid-morning traffic.
And the people they talk, laugh, and cry.
Where they go, they do not care.
People do not realize what a mundane system it is.
You drive to a destination and get out.
To stare, to think, to buy, and to wonder
what is the point of it all?