I stare out of my window, looking into nothingness

And I laugh at my own dramatic behaviour

But then I weep at the whys and hows

And I chide myself for being so weak

And I live my life;

Walking with my head held high..

The pseudo-busyness and me..

The leaves are rustling, so does my heart,

The sky is cloudy, so is my mind

But the night is still, ask the moon, he gives me company

My empty room seems too large, it surrounds me so

And I live my life;

Trying to whiz through time..

The pseudo-busyness and me..

I ponder about the so called real world

And wonder if I’ll ever live the real life

Talking to so many faces, communicating with none

Am I unique? Or just plain lonely?

And I live my life;

Wandering with the masses..

The pseudo-busyness and me..