So you ask yourself every now and then,
When that reality hits deep in,
When and where should you begin,
And how should you react when something goes the opposite way, falls in the deep end.
Maybe that's when all goes wrong,
You're left to feel nothing at all,
Everyone starts spurring around the inquiry of "How are they doing?",
I mean if they cared they honestly would've said something, yeah,
But nowadays all I can view is the harsh and cruel judgement behind the norm,
I know that some people come in my life to leave,
But this is happening at a rapid speed, I can no longer catch up to the race,
This thing called life is just running away,
My best attempt is merely outspoken, goes unnoticed,
Similar to my recent poem,
You can all sense whenever something isn't the same as it was before,
It's called a conscience, yeah.