little big rock

This crowded lonely rock So much undesired Too much Wreched What to do what to do So lonely Why do we care for ourselves and no one else Sickness plagues, kindness fades In trouble in trouble Too much ugly, too much sickness Too much guilt, no answers Nothing to do nothing to do Too few beautiful words There is not enough to move Just a temporary vacation A respite Nothing to do nothing to do Humans We're all so guilty and jaded A world of billions, yet so lonely Self absorbed Humans Lyrical words of holiday, but not enough Words of beauty and meaning, wasted on the hearing able Words of beauty, not enough to save us all Music The justice league died No one moral left, just a bunch of US On this lonely crowded rock