Sunday, 31 March 2013

Attention



She doesn't pay attention to me,
Nor does she to anybody.
She never does, unless she must.

She passes her days
In a blissful daze
Only minding the urgency

Or what will impact her life
in the next five
minutes.

One day she'll pass away
quite unmindful
of the sad disarray
of the hassle
she'll leave
behind.

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