In this Little Network,
Our weakness is our pride,
Purpose resolute,

From which we then turn a blind eye.

Interchange breakdown,

Silence consuming despair,
Who was present to notice?
We weren't even there.


Desperate appealing,
They claw at the doors,

Scratching the woodwork,
Revealing the sores.


A break in the chain,
And we don't have the tools at hand,
Cue the dismay,

Cause this had gone unplanned.

We map out our hours,

Like rules to be obeyed,
But what kind of Kingdom,
Is one where nobody stayed?


This concrete array,
Happens naturally,

Is this circumscribed state,
Just an oddity?


And then you walk away unscathed,
Just leave behind what caused your dissatisfaction with this place.


In this little network,
The sensitive feelings are numb,
Tears go unnoticed,

And all the glazed eyes look on.

"Break-down" is broken,

So few faces to care,
Who was present to notice?
We weren't even there.