Insensitive
By :Letto
a silent move that we make
when we awake oh no…
my conscience
come and going come and go
a troubled mind and twisted hand
we use everytime this everytime…
all the sentimental feeling
that sometimes makes our heart burning
we surrender to a strong desire
ignorant to the needs of other
.. little whisper of little voices
that calls when we make desperate choices
are we that oblivious?
so insensitive
… so many choices to be made
so little time to decide
so little guilt on our side |
