Standing on the hilltop,
I look down at the traveling lights.
Watching them go left and right
I apathetically let my gaze linger.
Standing apart from those around me,
I watch the bodies run
Wondering of their destination.
I look at everyone, so different from me.
Standing in the dank halls,
I look down towards my feet.
Watching the wondrous color enter
I am left unaffected by the world.
Standing on the hill top,
I look down at the traveling lights.
Watching them go left and right,
I apathetically turn my back on society.