The 24th Floor
 
Looking out from the 24th floor-
You can almost hear the mindless
Chatter of the workforce
Misguided life-forces huddling in concrete-
No one can look up or around-
Our creations lock us in like a
Host waiting to create
 
Indigenous people living in a derelict world-
Sounds, motion, thoughts, all wondering
What this daily gathering is about-
No real meaning; no purpose-
Often getting lost in the turmoil-
Forgetting your voice-
Whispering in the dark where no one can hear
 
From time to time there is a unified silence-
As if the emptiness spoke and all stopped to listen-
Some hear and respond; others sit silently wondering-
Few share the experience-
Then, like a breath in the wind it dissipates-
You can hear the senseless chatter-
Unknowing life-forces gathering in their host