I travel home amidst the hustle bustle

 

Author of post for My father

 

I travel home amidst the hustle bustle

Of the squid like, sinewy metropolis,

I look around at the hurried faces of humans around me;

Each a robot, an aimless entityescheing to achieve

Their limited objectives….. a fight, a rendezvous, a voyage,

 

Are thes humans, or robots in disguise?

And then, it stuck me, that I was not a sinner,

To seek refuge in the arms of a cyber-friend;

The city, it seems, has no flesh and blood to offer me.