and yet you care

you wonder if they've heard a word you've said
the pressure is the greatest when you teach
and hope that somehow a ray of light will reach
the vacant confines of each well-coiffed head
they look on blankly your heart fills up with dread
you wonder what it's like down at the beach
or if what seems coherent thought and speech
has turned into complete nonsense instead
of inspiring thought and after thoughtful acts
producing visions of a joyous world
or getting them at the very least to think
they don't want concepts just separate facts
their minds remain tight folded and tight curled
around an empty core you want a drink