They say it will all be okay
that it’s only in my head
but I am not convinced
this goes on day after day
These people with blank eyes
are all around, there are so many
never looking at me in the eye
when one does it’s a big surprise
The screens they are staring at
I am sure they are stealing
my thoughts, and those of others
Or am I crazy thinking that?
Stephen Allen
(Stoic Poetry)
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 