Today for the first time, I was no longer just among them,
I was one of them.
Among the teaming mass of angry hordes,
I am one.
No longer insulated from their anxiety and pain by a sense of detachment and difference,
I am not different,
I am not detached,
I am in pain.
I am one with and of the constant flow of metal,
I am one with the emotionally deprived living dead condemned to the slow lane.
Choking & gasping on the output,
Dying & crying & striving for input,
Needing to change lanes,
Needing to change lives,
I am one, and there is no escape.