Deaf ears
I was riding through the nastiness of that escalating fear
I was blaming and winding up all my dears
I was awaiting mindlessly to that tsunami near
I was driving with my eyes closed on that fifth gear
I could say a lot to myself, in that bar breaking beers
Cautioned I was never to that front end of the shear
Anger, hatred, anxiety were a few names of my new peers
I spent alone, broken, lost and bulldozed throughout that dark sickening year
There were people to whom I could never compeer
Burdened, depressed and lost I was when I thought about my career.
While often online I used to interact with that nasty cashier
Who used to receive payments of my atrocious despair.
That was a class of 'Art of joy' to cover me with positive veneer.
But why often I feel: I was talking to some deaf ears.
