What happened to the what’s?
	the why’s
		the where’s
	the wear and tear
the “are those grey hairs?”
that long empty stare
as you slump up the stairs
underground 
	moving sound
		another screech
lacking speech
the please do not stare
the “please mind the 	gap”
the brief open air 
	the scurry
the grind
	a fresh cup of coffee
that rush
	of caffeine
in that static chair
as you stare
	into a moving screen
full of mice
	that are off for the cheese
in tall towering traps
suspended in the air 
soaring above 
	for those
soaring past underground 
tired but sound.