These Days

I look around and see
quite clearly...
things aren't as they
used to be...

the eyes are dead
the smiles are gone,
what once were lovers
have now moved on...

there is no joy
in any I see -
and I know there's none
found within me...

seems like time
has stamped a tear -
in every heart
that grows each year...

No friends to share
special news and hope,
they're just living life
and trying to cope...

This rudeness seems
to have taken them all
saying lies and truth
to make others feel small...

No one is true,
and no one is free -
none are alive
and none are happy.