i guess we have to talk now

apathy

has set in.

i see it in the trees

the way

they sway

with indifference.

i see it in the clouds,

neither dark

or white,

just few strands of

a formless

grey.

the world is uninspired.

it's all done.

all written, all painted,

all sung.

there is nothing new

under the sun

so i guess we have to

talk to each other now,

you go first,

i'll follow.