. . . deserted!

Its rising,
the stocks, the shares
and everyone's anxiety.
People are working, harder and harder
to earn that some money to live
their dream.
There's business happening everywhere
and time is running with booked affairs,
but, this land is deserted,
dry is each ones mind,
abandoned of life, discarded of me
and a little bit of you.
Deserted of those little things,
deserted of everything natural,
with me standing alone,
on a heap of busy computers
sending and receiving data.
And then again I come down
and sit at my place, talking to
the next customer
about another offer.