Poems and other stuff

Preprogrammed responses

I sit, I stare. I have ears and yet I just don't seem to hear what you're trying to convey to me.
My eyes are pointed towards you but they seem to be looking at something so far away, and considering the past can feel so long ago, it makes sense to say my eyes are trying to see something so tiny. So, you understand why my eyes can't quite focus.
Hocus pocus, it's like a magic trick. My not listening but my head nodding in the right direction at the right moments. I'm practically a pro at making it seem like I'm in the know, but I know that I can't even begin to know. I can't even get out of my head. These thoughts won't go....