This Is An Understatement

Words on the sidewalk,
Nothing more than rabble to the eye
Chalk marks that cause no intrigue
Bright colors without imagination
No monsters reaching out from a tv,
Or angry creatures shaped like jelly beans
Just words we walk upon
Information not created for fun.

Bodies move almost single filed
Zombified without the hunger for the flesh
Headphones blocking out conversation
Cellular devices meant to make one feel important,
Another excuse to seem popular
There isn't much interaction
Go here, go there,
Very few acknowledgments
Where are the shouts, the laughter?
Lacking in tom foolery, no shenanigans,
A blink of it in some instances
Yet no kamikaze attacks of enjoyment.

It all seems dull eve when it's bright
Sitting under a tree
An attempt to calm the chaos within,
People watching, wanting to join in,
Wishing you were here,
Why aren't you here?
To enjoy this atmosphere
Letting immaturity take it's toll, acting like kids
Lying in the grass counting stars
Conversations from the undead to philosophy.

Where have the good times gone?