Someday I want to be the only boy living in New York.
the skyscrapers will be my protectors, and the taxis, my companions.
I was given so much potential to be something I am not.
I am lost at sea floating adrift on a raft, and when I let go it will all be over.
My mind is spinning with a circus of emotions.
One day I will be wiser than the tallest tree.
As of now i am a figment in a world of horror, a spec in a scene of destruction.
I feel as if I am a bystander in my own body, I watch as good and bad things happen to me.
I feel nothing.
My life is extraordinarily prolonged, and there is nothing I can do about it.
There is a war in my mind.
I watch as people are brainwashed by the glow of their luminescent phone screens.
The world we know is falling apart, and I feel as if I am the only one to notice this.
No one truly cares about anything or anyone.