Sightseer

 

On a worthless tourist trek

Passing time and filling in

Inspecting things I’d never buy

I weary wear a pointless grin

Shoulder shuffling passively

Pretending purpose I peruse

With air inside my vacant head

No thoughts to parry or confuse

Each boring step of fed up feet

In forests full of human trees

Flocking without noticing
Nobody doing as they please