Your disinterest deflates me
As upon insomniac tower I gaze
Unsleeping, the view too wide
And my lofty lunatic perch
All I have left to stand on
How do you un-feel and bind
Making blind the inner eyes
That survey the soul’s dismay
At a world of wonder and woe
This heart can no longer embrace
Coldly indifferent and calm
The sober realities of morning
Dawn on exhaustion again
Too many times we tried
Too many times we failed
A feeble faith perseveres
With apparent participation
We all have our best foot forward
Darkest thoughts mostly masked
Ready to bravely face the day
Maybe this one will be better
But history’s chart tracks our arc
Profit, poverty, progress, pain
And suffering’s sentimentality
Whispers: It is all in vain
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