Seeing all the faces,
Ev'ryone of them completely neutral,
Staring out into spaces,
It's hard to believe one of them smiling,
They think the same of me,
These morning automaton commuters,
Will be turned on at th'end of their journey,
Seems to me it might take less energy,
Once offset by the joy,
To smile and let others' happiness,
Be remotely employed,
That is, sucked up,
Processed and recycled,
What kind of world would then nat'r'ly arise?
If you can't imagine, I bet I could.