Plugging Away

I see people walking by in the street,
Their bodies strangely move to a hidden beat,
Some seem to be playing a virtual piano,
I once saw a man singing in loud soprano,
When I go on my daily walk, I see much,
Hundreds of people that are out of touch,
All with their ears plugged and corked,
Missing a turn where the street is forked,
Unaware of the buses and trucks and bikes,
Of others taking their daily walks and hikes,
Enclosed and confined within their ear plugs,
Behaving as if they are on a bag full of drugs,
I should know as I walk the same path every day,
I started in Toronto and ended in San Francisco Bay,