leave it as it is

Buildings covered pointless signs
artificial beauty decorated colourless gas
somehow that are more likely to belong to us
by the look of it

but why looks so black?
what makes me feel so?
even the place i used to belong

your voice made it
or i just forgot to feel all feeling
with exhaustion?

the thing has gone further away
that had been the most to be concerned
as if it was never exsited

i'm not a particular drifter any more who is paralysed
i'm just one of the spectators of the painless life
and going back to the normal unconsciously