Am I as alone as the moon?
I guess I don’t make the seas sail smoothly so there might be more room for the gloom to consume.
Why do I even try?
It’s clear that I should just drown in the tides.
So why is life such a never ending battle.
Me against the masses. And I know to no one I’ll never matter.
So why is my being so scattered?
Maybe then I’d be more whole.
But it would only be a matter of time until death took its toll.
So what’s with the people who pretend to care?
I don’t need anything fake, it just clouds the air.
Meaningless encounters might be my fate.
I guess I’ll just never escape all of my naive mistakes.