A Phrase full of Apathy.

Quietly we sit staring
Silent, but the awful glaring
That keeps us rooted to the floor
I don't understand the words I write anymore

These phrases they float and they die
And my meanings are all rooted in rhyme
My presence here hangs on a chord
And only a life full of apathy will be my reward

I have no taste, nothing but the bitter sting
That floats around these memories
I have no cares, only the hopeful chance
That I'll last longer then a moments glance

Terribly my thoughts are calling
Looking for a hearts belonging
I really could care less these days
A bunch of pointless rambling, is all I have to say.