He walks around,
Drags his feet,
Looks into my eyes,
But does not want to meet.

He has a voice,
He makes it heard,
But it's full of no meaning,
It's him who needs to learn.

He needs to realize,
That life has much more,
And that it is worth living,
To the very core.

But why would that be,
When there's no point,
Death is his choice,
And no blame do I court.

By Siobhan
Date: 9/2/2004