Channel Surfing

I watch the people pass me by
A hazy blur of mankind
All seemingly in a hurry
To get to nowhere land

No one knows where
This will all lead to
No one knows why
You are even existing

You all traverse an unknown map
You all witness unfamiliar sights
You all search for a reason
You all hope to find a purpose

My eyes dance with muted laughter
As I silently curse everyone
You don't know where you're heading
You don't know why you're here

You are nothing
Nothing but a tiny pea
In a rattling iron-cast pan
Lost with a thousand others

So I sit back and relax
To gleefully watch the TV
Of shallow scenes of pretense
And petty episodes of shams