You’re allowed
To stop singing
To withhold
Whatever feelings
You may have felt
Like sharing
Because the universe
Never cared
Not even for a second–
The tears you’ve shed
Were drops of water
Vaporizing on desert sands
Your laughter unheard
Echoing in empty spaces
You can look up
Thinking someone out there
Watches your every move
But you have no proof
You’re victim of their aloofness–
You are trapped
In your mind
But that’s okay
Your performance is
For no one else
But yourself
Don’t be obliged
To externalize
Whatever’s on the inside–
No one above
Is looking down
To see what
You’re up to
Because they care enough
To notice
No one is directing
The movie
You’re acting in
No one will tell you
They’re done filming
Cameras may be on
But in the end
You’re the only one
Who’s performing
Who’s editing
Who’s watching
Who’s forgetting–
You don’t have to
Play the role
Outlined by the script
No need to audition
With your best material
Neither song
Nor loud performance
Is needed
Because there is
Only apathy