LOL yeah funny title but it works. Not exactly proper poetry, I think it was bits and pieces of a puzzle going on in my brain that was never fully fleshed out. Creative process at work.
Where were you when the world fell silent?
Where were you when the earth stood still?
Where were you when it all came crashing down?
It all has a way of coming back to bite you.
You lend a hand and you get it chopped off.
Nothing seems right anymore, the race is doomed.
Time doesn’t heal, it only piles up.
Then one day you’ll find it all wasted.
And it’s all too late and life never tasted.
Because we’re all too busy to live as one.