Worthy Apathy Poem by B3k Baylon

Alas! This time of busy hour cometh… like the darkness the reaper most covet. Pay attention and listen, should you skip a beat then you’re missin’! How deafening the sound a-buzzin’… you cease to speak then do nuthin’… savor the silence and the unknown… for only then does the consciousness full blown. Watch as the birds take flight, even the ants toil in might. Though this thing has become a cycle… I wouldn’t wanna choose a chain and a shackle…