There is no 

answer 

There are no 

Questions 

You walk

And watch them 

Walk

You talk

And you see their 

Mouths 

Moving 

Hear their lips

Flap

But understand 

Not a word they

Say

Though the sounds 

Are familiar 

The sincerity 

Is heart felt as 

Long as you 

Don’t care

Enough 

To feel the

Heat

I don’t know

What I’m 

Trying to 

Tell you 

Someone 

Turned up the 

Temperature

Left the oven 

On

Let the blood 

Boil

And forgot 

To care

And so 

I wonder 

Sometimes

Why do I 

And then 

When the rain

Comes

I tread on a snail 

Because my mind 

Isn’t on the

Pavement 

And 

I 

Bleed