In the middle of nowhere I stood,
Seeing the same thing I see everyday,
Doing the nothing I do on a daily basis,
A non meaningful co-existence,
Even when seeing or doing something new,
It was the routine of new for a second,
I learned to not pay attention,
First my own feelings died,
Followed by my vicarious side.
Confusion was the first feeling re-awakened,
A repeated new that broke my non-attention span,
I almost smiled before realizing that's dumb,
And it was dismissed, as I dismissed myself.
This is no longer new,
But an evasion into my co-existence,
Why do you keep coming here?
Why do you think I'm so wonderful?
Everything that's not accepted,
Everything that disgust the world around me,
Is what you want from me.
Now you stand next to me,
In the middle of nowhere,
Giving life to nothingness,
Feeding me your poison,
I know it may hurt me soon,
But it is worth the unknown time we'll remain here,
With your head on my shoulders as we watch the moon.
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