Care Less

Cool, calm and collected, nah, I’m just careless . . . or maybe I just care less? It’s hard to figure out. I’m just trying to stress less, and keep it together. Trying to focus and look past the dirt on the lens, because I’m sure there is much more to be seen up ahead.

So I seem distant . . . that’s only because I’m not here totally, in fact most of me is where I’m supposed to be . . . thinking . . . how did I allow myself to get in disposition?

So accept my apologies if I come across rude, I am listening. Don’t worry yourself about how I look and don’t ask me what I’m thinking . . . ask me what I think . . . about what you’re saying of course. That should snap me out of it.

So accept my apologies if I come across careless, appearing to care less. I’m not intentionally trying to hear less, but my mind will digress to what’s not been attended to.

Yeah we could talk about it, but I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to care less. Don’t take it the wrong way. Plus you wouldn’t understand what I’m unable to explain . . . or the smile on a face which appears so careless.

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