Laguardia

People walk
Back and fourth
Smiling, concerned, tired, intrigued
Monotonous drone
The to and fro
An airport lifestyle
Curious onlookers
What's he doing?
Oh, if only to keep up
It's called stream of consciousness
Cliche to say
Yet rhyme anyway
The smiling happy and confused
All making their way
To the beat
we only hear ourselves
A personal valentines day
Where we're each an observer
Of the unknown, forever.

Which brings to the stream,
A thought of 24 hours ago
on the 20th floor of a restaurant,
Overlooking a memorial,
that we can only learn or know so much
Before we are changed by that knowledge.
Machines will never take over
because the hackers won't let it happen.
I'm a hacker.
Things will  be until they change
Into something else.
I miss the verge
where it was only all
music
coming through
the headphones
where the actual headphones
did not exist
But rather a landscape
This.
Now.