The days sometimes pass by as if on an assembly line.
The mind goes numb at the very thought of it.
And sometimes the void takes over, falling over our perceptions like a veil.

Staring blankly into nothing having succumbed to the monotony.
That same glazed look in the eyes of a captive animal born wild.
Is this it!

Grasping at anything that even resembles a spark of hope.
Something that'll prevail us to think that it is worth it.
The illusion the idea that we can live with until we die.