Surrounded by the mundanity, he walks through the day
The motions of life, on repeat
He walks through the same road, the same commute, the same way
It’s been like this for what seems like an eternity
Life just passes on for him, no happiness, no dismay
He is done expecting; he just accepts things as it is.
A lot of things have changed for him; a lot had to,
Not that he sees any different; he is just lost
Lost in the echoes of muted sounds, just walking through
Lost in the sea of blurred visions,
Just walking ahead without any clue,
Of what lies ahead, not like he cares anyway.
His life is filled with black and grey, muted colours he sees,
He is pressed down by an invisible weight
The weight of the last remaining bits of feelings
He knows he has pillars, yet he can’t seem to grasp them,
Knowledge of hope is a curse for him; all he wants to be is free
From the days that go on, repeat
He walks alone on his route, hoping for things to change
His hope for change is the only thing that keeps
His worn-out soul from leaving him!
- Kuroka
What the Heck? 