The reason ends here. The reason
ends here. The faces swimming
past, eyes wide, senses blasted,
mouths moving, bubbles, talking fastly.
The reason ends here. There is no
feeling left for those who care
about their job and their next glass of beer,
there is no escape from this above-ground level,
keep walking and keep asking "How are you?"  

The reason ends here. The reason
to care for your job and your next glass of beer
ends here.  

(C) by MEike