Sit among the weeds Watch the actions Passers by you mean nothing to me You’re the one who makes me trip The only thing I can change Introvert Becoming Soon to be overwhelming This sensation has begun And to this obsession I will convert For where is my life And why can=t I make any decisions My mind is mush in a bole (covered in resin) There is no difference between me and nothing There I am standing Not there but maybe over there Blind Deaf Full of life But with out purpose or direction I foresee my future There is vast space and endless wishes But there is no end.