Smoke and Mirrors

Big city, lost in the fumes
Corporate Bollocks spoken like a first language
Lost in the lies that management speak

Soul tarnished by loneliness
Forgotten in the city of Commerce
Surrounded by people but lost in bullshit

Close family too far away
Clouds descending quickly storm approaching
Thunder claps, lightening roars 

Underground, lost and forgotten
Chug chug of the train on the tracks
Strangers pressed too close to bear

Romance a forgotten feeling
Emotions are stunted as London takes over
Grinding to a halt as it all pushes in

Will it end soon and normal life resume?