I’ve stood in packed rooms, shoulder to shoulder,
Still felt the air grow colder and colder.
People talk, but no one stays,
Everyone lost in their own maze.
No store sells friends—I checked the aisles,
No discount rack for real-life smiles.
Everyone’s running, chasing more,
Never sure what they’re running for.
But kids? They’ve cracked the code,
No fake hellos, no hearts on hold.
They laugh, they cry, they take their shot,
No second-guessing what they’ve got.
Maybe that’s where we go wrong,
Trying too hard, for way too long.
Drowning in noise, tuning out truth,
Forgetting the things we knew in youth.
And when the end is near—because it will be,
It’s not the noise that stays, but who sits with me.
Not to fix, not to fill the air,
Just to show up, just to care.
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