I cry out to you
In a last ditch effort to save us
But it's hard to hear me
From behind your newspaper,
TV, computer, closed mind...

I beg you to listen
To my hopes, dreams, desires
But all I get is a blank stare
As you go about your business of
Staying too busy to hear me

I am at a crossroad
And you can either stop to let me in,
Or drive by without realizing that YOU drove me away.