We ran over a turtle on the road, we couldn't swerve at all
Both lanes full, as that poor creature couldn't move away
I know, just a turtle, it is no different than a fish you'd eat
But in my life I've begun to count the cost, of all I've done
Lying, selfish, even when others would not know, yet care
I'd kill ants or insects when I could've let them live, escape
I realize all living things live for a reason, why shouldn't I
There I grieved for the turtle, when others would not dare
For to show empathy is weakness to some, to others a flaw
I am finding my life running out of years, it becomes clear
That the empathy I was born with, or once had, has run out
Like others, this apathy has been replaced, leaving entropy
Yes I'm flawed beyond measure, if I could return to birth
I'd choose to hold tight upon my innocence, and not judge
I'd make sure to not forget that I am able, as others are not
Entitled: to comfort, to not starve, to be hopeful, to love
It should be for all, but I was insensitive and thoughtless
I saw wrongs that never changed, but didn't care enough
