Wicked games

what wicked games we play

do we ever mean the words we say?
Is there any truth in who we claim to be?
Have we lost touch with true reality?

We meet, we greet, we walk away

nothing left to feel, to want, to say

humans so detached 

our dreams so farfetched

we take what we want and leave nothing

we cut strings without a shred of feeling

the world is growing further apart

are we evolving past having a heart?