one day in the life of info comms

i look down on this world
red tables black chairs
a few mournful souls
at their usual grind
i look down at them
through a tinted glass
another one comes
disshelved hair, glassy eyes
intent on the screen
looking around to take note
of others in similar misery

i am sad today
for no reason at all
and maybe
i see thru a tinted lense
and find all else dull too
maybe its the music i am listening to
maybe its just the phone call
i cant tell

i go back to watching
the few lonely souls
staring at their screens
maybe i finally saw thru the screen today
or maybe its just one of those days..........