Languidness

A shrinking sentiment prompts lament. Conversations drift, To lift even listless leaves... From these hot air breezes. And witnessed by ignored life giving trees! Many are joining in... To add worthless comments. Attracted by an abundant vacancy, Of opinions lost... Or foolishly tossed to cross, With a few not meant to be given. Perhaps a better use, For them would be as moss! And a substance shared, Between those thick with thought... Sit too high and declared, They are too aloof! Too prudesh and lofty. Too self contained on an ego boost! ! Rare these days and scattered about, Are minds fresh and ready to ignite... And down to Earth with spark! But a languidness speeds, The impeding of a mental drought! Viewed by drooping heads... Parched lips and shut mouths!