When did we get so busy that the replacement for a call
Is the sharing of another’s words we think will say it all?
When did we get so busy with our liking and our shares
That it’s become the perfect method of displaying that we care?
When did we get so busy imparting everything in sight
But fail to see what others mean even while we spread their light?
When did we get so busy giving strangers all the props
That we ignore the needs of those who are so very close to us?
When did we get so busy with withholding our support
From those who aren’t the members of our gang, or our cohorts?
When did we get so busy giving partial affirmation
And purging our consciences without much rhyme or reason?
When did we get so busy that it’s easy to ignore
That even in our sharing, secretly – we’re keeping score?