Wayward

So many speakers
But  lack of listeners
Hand flowing writers
And handful readers
Everyone wants to talk
Grieve about pain
Celebrate their gain
But no one to empathize
No one to relate or retaliate
They have prattle
But nobody listening
Everybody is seeing
With nobody watching
Everybody is perceiving
But people have become blind
With the thought of perfect life
They have eardrums
But are deaf
They have mouth
And they have a hand
That recalls to write
 Everyone wants to be a legend
A reader to one ? None.