Empty
by Rob Roper  2nd Draft  Jan 20, 2018

A thousand friends
no one to talk to, so I
sit and stare
at a plastic rectangle, four by three

I make some calls
hoping for conversation
No reply.
No escape from isolation.

Chorus:

How can we feel so empty in
a city of a million people?
How can we pretend
nothing’s wrong?

Sit with me and talk for awhile
I want to see your smile
’cause all too soon this moment
will be gone

We started out, in a
garden of Eden, but now we live
most of our lives
under a ceiling

It all builds up, so we
look for ways to vent our rage, we roll
down the street, in a
climate-controlled, metal cage

(Chorus)