We have forgotten how to feel.

News flashes by at break-neck pace.

The fake consumes us; where is the real?

 

Each story comes on the turning wheel.

No longer moved by a tear-drenched face,

We have forgotten how to feel.

 

More every minute, the screens reveal,

We’re running in a losing race.

The fake consumes us; where is the real?

 

Our rusty hearts are made of steel.

With every word, our souls lose grace.

We have forgotten how to feel.

 

All night, all day, the bells do peal.

Our brimming heads, they have no space.

The fake consumes us; where is the real?

 

And though this way is not ideal,

To stay alive, we must erase.

We have forgotten how to feel.

The fake consumes us; where is the real?

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