chaos, numbness, and tranquility

rather than life being so ordered it can fall apart... maybe life is so chaotic it falls together.

abandoned
left alone to my own
a life of monotony
uninspired and uninspiring
laying quietly
as waves of chilled sound
pass through my brain

numb
to the world around me
a destructive environment
propaganding and propaganded
filling my mind
with what i should care about
and what i don't

flowing
through my day
pushed through a sieve
stuggling and struggled
relaxing all the way
until i can't feel my body
and i can't feel my soul.

now, you all knew the poetry was coming sooner or later. it came now.