Its solitary to be helplessly low down
Impeding my ears from the racket of nothingness-- I'm hopeless.
And I can't bear to see my walls collapse in such a rate
Or wherever is my fate...
I'm imagining them conversating to me
and I don't really know them,
Maybe I had dreams about them... maybe.
But why do they walkaway so instantaniously?
I'll stand 'tween this spatial relation--
Am I invisible?
Common people, I want to walk along,
they knew me, I knew them... maybe I'm wrong?
And I verbalize to the mirror,
and I just can't pretend--
Its solitary.
My walls will build up at such a rate,
Or whatever is my fate...
