All the clueless people, wandering through the noise,
scrolling past the silence, missing every choice.
No hands reach through the static, no eyes lift from the glow,
an olive branch extended, but no one seems to know.
All the clueless people, living through their screens,
talking loud in empty rooms, forgetting what it means.
No space for quiet wisdom, no pause to feel the weight,
just echo chambers spinning, while the world just waits.
You may say that we\'re connected, but no one\'s really near.
A thousand voices shouting, and still, they do not hear.
All the clueless people, numb to whispered calls,
standing in a crowd alone, as meaning fades and falls.
WE\'re all of us so clueless, after all.