Disconnected,
counting the metaphoric miles
between my world and me.
Struck by the reality
of complete strangers surrounding me.
Disconnect,
don't understand anyone-
but be there,
to be...
Exist for what?
To be me,
or something,
or nothing,
how am I to know?
I've become lost in my existence,
what have I been created for?
Once, I knew the answer,
had a super singular view on life,
well, my view has strayed.
I've humbled myself.
My problems became menial,
and I can't bring myself to care
about the menial any longer.
The world can take my menial life,
and I'd be none the wiser,
as I have nothing left to offer.
I continue to breathe,
but can't understand why.
I don't belong here,
don't know why,
but I continue to be.
