Why are you sitting there looking at the blue wall?
Life is happening and yet you sit there looking at the wall.
Aimlessly sitting there looking at the blue wall.
Nothing's looking back at you.
Why are you staring at the wall?
There's more beyond the wall the cracks and blue paint stare back at you with a blank face.
I can see your face wanting to pour out screams for help.
Yet you still sit there motionless.
Why won't you look away?
What are you searching for?
The mind is blank thinking of nothing might possibly turn into something.
Wait.
Hours, minutes, seconds go by there you remain with blue in your eyes.
Stead fast glued to the seat why do you dream of nothing?