rant poem#1 (I've seen them part 1)

 (fun little poem....Imagine my voice yelling it loudly...first of the three poems from which my work in progress "I've seen them" is on", I'll post the other two in the next two weeks.)

I've seen them,

I've seen them running,

going through there whole lives doing nothing,

leaving words unspoke

regretting each coming moment

thinking: i should be at point B

what the hell's wrong with A?

running in circles

spiraling downwards

they just keep running

knowing they don't want to be there,

they want to be somewhere else,

not thinking: what do I do when I get there?

they run on blindly into the decent

focused on their watches

and not their surroundings

they are lost with their devices

I've seen them but no cartographers

It's already been mapped put

the track they run at night,

without light without senses

the same futal motion 

the same fatal motion

in circles obtuse, pixelated

yes I've seen them,

keeping a tally to themselves

a list of failures

stretching on and on

that no one remembers

and I'm sure that death doesn't give a shit

Tally tally tally all writing oblivious

to everyone elses'.

they are all the town idiot

the crier, the tragic hero.

Fuck that!

don't be afriad of whaat the goddamned homelessman thinks of your trousers,

all he wants is your pockets!

I've ran myself into the ground,

not that I have the scars,

or that I don't care,

but when my hamster wheel is empty,

it's cause I'm gone,

not that I'm free,

or that I'll ever be,

or that there is anyone to blame

but you and me and they and we.

So why do you run the track,

Like a messenger with your tallies?

If the eternal footman doesn't care,

why should you, and

what are you running for?

I'm not saying stop to smell the roses,

not that there is much to look at

or that you should laugh as you skip,

or any such nonsense,

just that inn this world without cartographers,

fuck the alarm clock, don't even hit snooze,

slow down and take all you can,

and leave behind all you can, 

cause I've seen them, but not them all

I couldn't care enough to have possibly seen them all.

so don't care enough to carry your tallies into the grave.

...

I said "Quit Running!"