We joke around and silence hits
At a loss for words, the end of our wits
With topics so ******, we'd never wanna be heard
With laughter so juvenile, ranging to the absurd

Then in solitude, we realise, that moments are just empty time skips
We're empty, riding on hollow vocal ships
We skip from person to person, hoping for a reaction
We hate every moment of the process and have regrets after the action
Like eating cake to have the last say
Then vomiting, in a depressing, monologue of a play

Going day by day, in a monotone manner
having nothing to say, with your Monochrome banner
Humanity carries on, while you stand idle
Like a broken lighthouse, or a stand-still Windmill

Death seems dull, yet excitement feels rare
Every breath is free, yet it catches you by a hair
Like a mannequin roaming an empty dark stage
Trying to wait for the golden years, to realise you're gatekept by your own age

And silence, louder than any bad tune
A blank space, brighter than any rising star
You sit alone, in a room of white space
Unknowing of the world around you

To make sense, of the blank space