We’ve stopped paying attention
And how hard it is to train the brain
To do something that it hasn’t for years
To listen, it’s always a strain
To switch off the music on repeat
To tune out the vehicular drone
To walk slowly on our own two feet
And switch off the ubiquitous phone
We’ve stopped hearing the song of life
The scratchings and pitter patter
Of feet that are not our own
As if ours are the only ones that matter