An experiment, it all feels like an experiment
From success to love, from happiness to sadness
Is it a hive of past recollections or is it the absence
Men Women they pass like blurry villages seen from a train
Images don't leave anything behind
Believing in absolute distrust and failures.
Get out of home, walk, reach work,sit
Talk, laugh, giggle, return, love, listen, sleep
All felt and seen from a frame not real.
The body, it seems to melt. Eyes see into an oblivion
Unreal and never ending. The people aside don't matter
Neither do accomplishments. It is a state of numbness.
Watching and moving, like a movie star.
But waiting for it to get over.
Higher and higher, spending nights in smoke.
Feeling? Neither happiness nor regret.
Believing? Neither this nor that.
It is not something great.
Neither should be heard.
What it is, is absence. Absence of anything at all.
The vicious cycle of monotony.
The world around will shatter, and will reveal
Reveal us to something better. Something to feel.
This isn't real. Neither is anyone true.
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