The Shallow confines of a man,
through the all too familiar streets you walk,
through the same common sights you see,
Nothing moves thee...
not the pure fresh wind that hugs you,
nor the warm touch of the sunlight hue,
You walk empty, yet preoccupied.
Confined in that **** routine,
concerned for nothing except what you hold dear,
Never allowing yourself to see,
how close everything can truly be...
You walk by giving your back to death,
You walk by ignoring kindness.
Head onward towards your destination,
leaving it up to someone else,
to mend and heal the wounds,
of your brothers and sisters.
Yet **** You for not helping out,
have you too soon lost your humanity?
How pitiful it is,
to watch you only STARE,
with that blank expression you wear.
Walk away so unmoved,
Despair, Despair...