A plain summer afternoon
I met indifference in person
Filled with people a room
Is where he stood in oblivion
Every soul seemed so absorbed
In an endless song of apathy
Nobody noticed I had entered
Not one could hear my pleas
And I wondered what was wrong
Was the problem they or I?
My agony, my misery prolonged
No one noticed but for time!
As I still ponder over the years
If they were at fault or I
Did the screams fall on deaf ears?
Or voiceless did I cry?
Looking at the room filled with ennui
Consoling myself, mopped the tears
Spent the evening quietly, ensuing
Slowly in time overcame my fears
As the night crept in on lonely corners
It was as if the zombies awoke to life
No shadow could be bigger
Than their own entity, their own spite
And I wondered what was wrong
Was the problem they or I?
For I could hear their loud moans
But felt not moved by the sorry sight
As I still ponder over the years
If they were at fault or I
Did their grief merely not steer
My heart now of stone, dead did I lie?
No one knows how or why
The world stood watching
And life passed me by
As I became them...
They became I. | 
