Angele Toomey Poetry

This poem was inspired at approximately 8.45 this morning, as I set out to run some errands. Unusually for me, I decided to turn the radio on. It was 80s day, familiar tunes gently filled the quiet spaces in the car.

After a big hair pop ‘n roll band finished their final countdown or wasting sugar, on came Talking Heads and their song “Road to Nowhere”.

Talking Heads – Road to Nowhere (Official Video)

It got me thinking about all the busyness in our lives and how pointless most of it is, and as they say- the rest is herstory!

Empty Destiny
Tidal beings, we
ebb and flow,
running in circles
with nowhere to go.

Blind to the larger forces
that shape our lives,
our choices steered
by currents we cannot name.

Inbuilt instincts,
pre-programmed patterns,
corporations’ quiet manipulations
pull the levers we cannot see.

A train, a bus—
the paths of our days
dictated by agendas
foreign to our knowing,
yet deciding if we arrive
or remain adrift.

We have built a world
of vast emptiness,
a landscape of the weathered soul,
where lives are worn thin,
edges eroded,
ill-fated yet enduring.