Bright lights, busy streets

Always out of time 

Forever out of reach 

Loving here seems almost pointless 

Just too many hearts to choose

Too much pain to want to have to through 

There’s always something somewhere 

that someone’s got to prove 

Surrounded by pride and fear on every face

You always keep the real you light years away

This fall has been so cold

You’d think all this “body heat” would suffice 

Internally we are the problem 

We’re to blame for all the ice 

Maybe I’m starting to think that

compassion and empathy have long died