Empathy and Apathy
What notes echo from the keyboard of my emotions
The alternating tempos of ebony and ivory
The rise and fall of my mercurial devotions
Played out in chords of empathy and apathy
No funeral tears shed for the loss of another
Give a life…take a life… both the same
No stirrings arise from the hug of a mother
Yet frantic to find the cause and the blame
I walk away, walk away from what really matters
Yet stop to mend the broken wing of a fly
My life’s symphony remains a work of tatters
Offered up with nary a tear nor a sigh