You could be walking in a shopping mall
with people everywhere
but they wouldn’t notice you at all
and if they did, wouldn’t care.
If you died, to them it wouldn’t hurt
they wouldn’t ever know
the same as in a desert
where people never go.
Like lonely cars out on the street
everyone is in a shell
you try to communicate
but no one hears your call.
You’re buried in a human cave
a trap of stony hearts
starting to suffocate
and no one knows who you are.
Soon you’ll disintegrate
then pick yourself back up
while part of you dissipates
and that part is the love.
But it’s not their fault that they don’t know
you never let them in
you’ve shut up all the windows
and closed all the vents.
You’ve got to go where you feel welcome
and take the time to care
find a place to make a home
where no one is a stranger.
You’ll find they all just have their problems
are all people too
living on a stopwatch
that you’re now part of too.
Your body does its job
while your heart is free somewhere
when others walk by lost,
to you they aren’t there.
Because you have your own pain
and they don’t matter as much
we all have so little time
and should live for what we love.
You can’t get everyone to count
can’t have it all
it’s better for a friend to let you down
then someone blind catch your fall.
‘Cause they’re the ones who really mean it
they’re the ones that matter most
we still should help those who need it
but without love, they wander lost.
There are so many people in this sphere,
how can there be love for all?
So many feelings and kinds of tears
will stay in clouds and never fall.
So let’s be glad for what we have
and help others feel the same
instead of crying, let us laugh
and dance in the gentle rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem