Sit by the stairs and wait a while,
Passing strangers offer no smiles,
Pondering on a virtual screen,
Of actions that can't be seen.

Tap that glass and hear its empty screams,
Stay silent and hear the buzzing of flies in your dreams,
You communicate outside your wall without fail ,
Inside though, there are tombstones for every detail,
You cut them off with apathy,
You say you don't want their sympathy

You set forth steps that shift your path,
In dire need for a new destination,
Come tragedy or triumph,
You'll attract them like light to flies,
You wanted it anyway, all the focus,
The light that came, did not brightly shine,
Your shadow remains in its own dark alley,
Some things can never be explained , you run away now.

Go now, go where they don't question anymore,
Go live another cycle.