The Room That Never Sleeps

A stressful room inside a restless house I sit with noise, never sleeping I walk through the room scattered with paper Each piece resembling trash littered upon the pavement My room no longer a place of solitude A constant green light never dimming The printers glow the cities lights These items blend to one I search for air that is no longer present I am packed in with 30 shoes Endless stream of people never ending The city’s feet are to much for me My life is now a constrained space This furniture stacked one onto another There is hardly any space for me An apartment building in a 200 story building The city streets are never empty Always a heartbeat somewhere 3 giant spiders like the homeless Living in the cold in a place they are unwanted A giant TV stands tall Giving information on the latest news A teleprompter is the only comparison Bright and Florescent posted a top a building I beg for rest reviving none I must leave this place I need space a place I can be me In present I'm another nameless citizen lost among the populous.