Priorities
I don't care.
The people don't see me, don't
acknowledge or accept me,
I don't care.
Lives are spent trying to accomplish
goals that mean nothing, mine along with them,
I don't care.
The world is falling down around
my shoulders, they want to kill me,
I don't care.
But I am lonely, or I am tired,
lost somewhere without a friend,
I do care.
And I have no silly putty and my
dog is snoring and of course
I care.
And I feel forgotten, cast aside
as insignificant by a fisherman, and yes,
I care.
For somehow it's the little things,
the ones I shouldn't watch, and as such,
I care.
I care too much.
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