steven

I pay attention to many other people, Listening to their secrets about life. Understanding their feeling as equals, Talking about their human being strife. I wonder if they’re tired of their talk?, When I feel it’s my turn to say a speech. They think it’s their time to go away walk, Losing touch friends becoming out of reach. Immature as they are getting older, I still listen though I can’t even bear. Feel so bad though give the cold shoulder, Tired looking with a very blank stare. Though I listen my ears big size, Listen to me talk, I seem to be wise.