Walking through the woods,

Leaves dancing in the air,

And for one short moment,

I thought I actually cared,

But looking up ahead,

Staring at the floor,

Seeing what we did,

Felt like a slamming door,

 

Some plastic on the ground,

Something simple like that,

“It’s fine”, people say,

And continue on with their chat,

And deep down inside,

They try to give reaction,

But it’s all talk talk talk,

No simple action.