Bobble Heads

I watch all the bobble heads, as they whiz on by, through, around, under and over leaping in giant strides. Not a care for the others, just push on by, stuck in the reality they call their lives. Not a smile for miles bobble heads just bobbing along, scattered in every direction like the four winds. I cant help wonder why they conform, to a society that make them unhappy, yet still carry on bobbling each day in dismay, caught in the movements, a symphony of waves. Everywhere you look on any given day you'll see all the bobble heads flowing off the trains, forcing their way through, off to work they go, with all their heads bobbling, bobbling in tune. M.Mahauariki © 2010