vortex of motion

(poems go here) In and out we breathe Our lungs fill up with toxic, polluted air With every step taken We inhale more filth Our feet kick up dirt. Sending dust motes Spiraling, dancing through air Their crud covered tango Keeping in step with With the smut encrusted breeze. The very movement of motion Helping make us more sick But where told to keep moving? Tap tap is the tune Rubber souls make As our feet hit the, asphalt ground Keeping in time With the rhythm and beat Of our everyday lives Here, there, everywhere We’re always on the go Working hard to get that money Is the only thing we know This way, that way People are milling around Following the hub bub That’s come to dominate us Why is it that we move without wanting to? But when we want to, can’t sit still? Buzzing around like thirsty mosquitos Only one thing on our minds We are bees! Active bees that contribute To the hive that is society Always working for somebody else To sit, relax is to be lazy, so they say To keep up with the Jone’s Is to forever keep moving Even if it kills you A great way to die isn’t? A programed life Is the life of a robot Are you a robot? Why is it bad to let loose? To pop a squat, pull up a chair Put your feet up, relax After all it’s about the journey Not the destination Right? So own your journey If you come across a rose You should stop and smell it. If you dare!