Easily noticed or not,
depending on your benevolence,
everything fades away,
down rains a drop of consequence.

What a benevolent star I've been!
But even in the star-studded space,
seems clocks do strike twelve,
now that my midnight is showing its face.

But all of my happy days
are now long gone.
I spend my time, drifting still.
My line is done and drawn.

Not an ounce of empathy,
From all I've made grin.
Humans remain selfish,...