Insomniac

You scream so loud, but you are all alone in the faceless crowd. When you live in a mass manufactured world, being different is a sin. So you don't stand out, yet you don't fit in. So while everyone changes, everything dies, soon, its just you. And you wonder, are you the only thing that stayed constant during this time, what you have hung on to tenaciously, or have you changed, in a way that circumstances have a way of doing. No. stubborness will deny vehemently the obvious.

I'm being left behind, and the steamship to the New World has left, while I'm watching the collapse and destruction thats left of the old world. Covering my ears, i shut my eyes, and sing a song to myself.