I’ve figured you out…
It’s the whole wide world…
And nobody knowing what they’re about.
It’s the little things we say, then forget so soon,
With every passing cycle of moon…

People change, and stay the same…
We all smile on the surface, but, most assuredly, it fades.
It’s a whisper in the dark, words of nothing,
Life loses it’s spark.

I can’t bear to watch humanity fall,
As all the while, people call:
Reaching for a hand to hold,
A word of kindness, considered oh so bold,
And lest we upset our careful stream,
Of who’s who, and what’s to be,
We’ll let the helpless sit and scream.