My brain is just a macramé
Of twisted tangled threads
I look at all the folks I know
And what’s inside their heads
Do they see all the things I see
And do they really know
The danger that is facing them
Or where they’re going to go
I rise with indignation
And try to speak my peace
But they just walk on past me
Filling up the streets
They stare right through my presence
As though I am not there
All I want is just to reach them
Show them that I care
So I scream out with passion
Pleading for their time
But they always roll their eyes at me
As if it is a crime
Someday I will reach them
Make a difference in their day
Till then I guess I’ll have to wait
And just be on my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This will ring many bells - thank you Mitzi