I am trapped in a sea of people looking the same.
A head full of hollow thoughts
I stare blankly at a galaxy
Across a universe to a future that doesn't look anything like the past
An ocean of sadness and emptiness,
Never wavering,
But never moving forward either.
We are heading toward the same nameless goal,
Looking up to the same empty sky with no promises of a brighter tomorrow.
A past made of clay…
We waited too long to move
Now we cannot turn back.
We are prisoners of our own bodies.