What does not come from
The heart does not reach the heart
Simple yet true
Put down your brain
Detach from the insane
Why are we all so vain
entertained by the mundane
Clinically depressed
Or just stressed
About the realities of this life
All the strife
Tossing and turning
Burning to just feel
Something or nothing
While holding back our youth
Afraid to be battered and bruised
I refuse to be another statistic
Cold and alone on this walk of life
Don’t think twice
Ask for advice
Play nice
You will survive
This game called life