He steps outside in search of humanity,
Instead he finds himself staring into an abyss,
Complete silence, it’s more like a graveyard than a city,
He needs to feel the touch of a human because he’s trapped In a state of bliss.
He wants to talk to someone, anyone,
He feels claustrophobic and confined,
The sound of his thoughts is as loud as a shot fired from a gun,
He wants to get out, but he’s stuck inside his own mind.
He hears the rustling of leaves,
He feels the wind blowing on his face,
He can see houses, even their eaves,
Yet he feels isolated, like an astronaut floating in space.
