WAKE UP

What's your problem?
Yeah. I mean you.
What is your problem?

You look at me as if I've lost my mind
And you're wondering if I've left behind
My sanity at home today.
You're thinking,
Who does this crazy chick think she is
Preaching about problems
When she's definitely got some of her own?

Maybe I do,
But at least I own up to it.

So, let me ask you again,
What is YOUR problem?

You sit there in an apathetic stupor
As your brain reaches a low power level
And you fade into senseless oblivion
and nothing gets past your eyes
Because they're covered with a film
Blinding you into innocent ignorance
So that, You. Have. No. Idea.

And yet,
People are dying
and crying
and lying
in pools of their own blood
And you sit there sighing?
Wondering why your life is such a bore

Ahem.
Pay attention now.
I'll cut to the chase
Because I see you're tiring already
Wasting every day
In a duct taped plastic box
Your monotonous schedule
Drilling into your brain
Again and again
Until slowly, it breaks down and rots.

Can you smell it?
The fragrance of untouched minds
The scent of indifference
The eu de toilet stinking from your ears
And as that fetid perfume
Spills into your soul and clouds your mind
I'll ask again.
What is your problem?

Welcome to the 21st Century.
We've got trucks,
Bucks,
And, well, a few other things
But what we're missing
is Compassion

We need the drive
To thrive
Our lives
Or we'll get stuck in the mud
Sinking in this crud
That we never had compassion to clean up

So, melt in your stinking atrophy.
Go on, put your head back on your desk
Risk another sigh
As the clock ticks away precious minutes of your life
But don't be too surprised
If I come up to you and say,
What is your problem?