I don't enjoy writing sad poems anymore. But this could fall under the rug of existentially detached. Have you ever felt disconnected from the game and the system? Have you ever just existed without a purpose? Or an idea to pledge your ideals? Have you ever woken up with nothing to belong to? No obligation to seek you out or you call towards? Have you ever done nothing for days and nights? Have you ever been frustrated by the cards you've been dealing out on the table... grimacing at what you see? Have you ever been blank, open, honest, and empty all at the same time? Have you given up on something that you love and something that you hate, leaving you in a limbo of the middle state? Have you ever waited for an oracle or a miracle because your inner guidance system is not speaking loud enough? Have you ever continually related to others through their shadow sides? Free and aimless observing everyone else participate in the world. Yearning for my light to shine.