Alone in crowd

Monday comes like hopeless flood
Of busyness
People run as their cold blood
Is lifeless...

...Having trip. The underground
Is crowded
By ugly hunters for a pound
Surrounded

They're going for a new wild day
Of routine
And their existence more looks like
A guillotine

Their offices are impregnated
By unhappiness
People run as their tool-trend
Begets a stress...

...Now walking street it smells like
Daily arrogance
Of those who has unfair kind
Of confidence

They're blinded by their pride that
Kills their souls
We have to see their eyes and
Watch they pose...

...So now i'm sitting on the pavement,
Wondering:
"Why can't they watch themselves from side
To see the thing?"

The melancholy comes to me
Unwittingly
Because this city won't be free
Unluckily

"But i can be" - I think with
My brain pole
To be alone in crowd that is
My role...