So many philosophers, not enough students

Got enough sound now, not enough music

Physically they say they're present, mentally they're truant

Emotions making walls without foundations or a blueprint

Forcing so much energy, not enough expression

So many lies told! But not enough confessions

Living off an impulse always leads to some repentance

When convictions to be cynics only stem from bad decisions

I watch it all indifferent.... but see it from my eyes

Routine behavior leads to nothing new

Save the "surprise"

I lust to live spontaneous and others lack the drive;

I'm just not entertained with more of the same out of life

So I'm sorry you're upset

But I'm more sorry for my apathy

Lack of any feeling in any way is a tragedy

But with the way society's desensitized

I feel as if more normalcy would only break my mind

Are you ALIVE now?

Can you see me?

I've been calling out to Elsewhere; can you read me?

I can feel you listening so can you just reply

So I know that I'm not alone just talking to the sky....