Several friends
Don't respond to text these days
And I worry
Are we okay?
Was there something lame I sent their way
Or your way?
Like with them, I'd guess
Your silence is not about me
But I can't know
If you don't beam it over
In words that I can view
Be it good or be it gloom
I can share the load with you
I hate how the future's crowding the brain
Can you feel it
How greatly we overstimulate these days?
I feel that
It makes it easier to not engage
When troubles trip alarms
But I know people worth revealing harm to
And maybe there is relief when they read
How you are really
When you beam it over
In words that they can view
Maybe good or maybe gloom
I can share the load with you
