Just another drone,
Sitting like they are alone.
Unaware of what’s around,
iPod giving them their sound.

Just another drone,
In their own silence cone.
Nobody ever wants to speak,
Assume everyone’s a freak.

Staring off into space,
Guarding that precious briefcase.
Checking the time like it’s running away,
Every day’s such a busy day.

Don’t speak, don’t talk,
Head down, just walk.
No trust, no saying hi,
Let everyone pass by.

Get to where you want to go,
Drones really don’t want to know.
No need to meet who you see each day,
Why bother with them anyway?

They’ll sit in silence till the end,
Never trying to make friends.
Only crazy people are the talkers,
Or those really creepy stalkers.

Everyone’s in their own bubble,
Nobody wants to cause trouble.
I don’t speak to you, you don’t speak to me,
Society agrees on how it should be.

Maybe every drone wants to speak,
Scared into silence every week?
Hope one day we’ll find that unity,
A new sense of community.