To fantasize about the things
I could be doing
Instead of doing them
For me holds more attraction.
I find more reason in the act
Of blankly staring at the wall
Than in the act of troubling myself
By taking any action.

I move from one day to the other
In a straight-face manor,
I find the line between
Insanity and apathy runs thin.
My friends, it's not like
I believe in nothing
It's that I can't see anything
That's worth believing in.

Life seems just fine to me
From my seat at the sidelines,
It's moving slowly in its path
Just like I do.
The world goes by me
As it is while I am having
A melancholic dream
To have a dream or two.