THOTH

People
They don't pay attention
Their lives are full and their minds are cold.

Time
Goes faster all the time
I've not lived long enough to know if this is true
Or just the way I feel.

We seemed to be headed toward some singularity
That's real.

People
Don't listen to every word,
Every note, in headphones, in a blacked-out world.

Just once in awhile,
It would be nice.

I go to a concert where thousands sit enraptured
Hanging on every nuanced syllable
Feeling the beat and taking the power in,
Shutter doors fully open...

Or maybe not.
There's a woman to my left sneaking a peek at
Her mobile phone. There's a woman barrelling off
To the bathroom when the lights are down.
There's a man heckling and laughing and singing
To his buddy, missing every note.

There are people moving like snake-handlers in the aisles
Thinking they are really with it
And meanwhile,
I'm afloat.

And no one listens to what you say
What you write, what you sing,
What you want to really tell them anyway.

Ohhh, this mad world. Short lives
Impoverished.
Think of the things we could get done.