So greasy and wornouts, nobody wants to look;
Unwanted in the crowd, insignificant  ghosts;
Why are you still here? Why don't you just get lost?
Dream no more in this life, lost in vain every hope.

An eyesore of some kind, or even a virus,
Chosen to be left out, preferred to be ignored;
Looking without seeing, walking without purpose,
Useless as strayed leaf, present but a driftwood.

How did you come about? Or where did you come from?
Have you known being loved? Or have you been cared for?
I wonder who or what that brought you to this role
Existing aimlessly, but wandering lost souls.

There are many like you that I see everywhere,
Sometimes they are so clothed, some have nothing to wear;
Some are seen behind glass, others, in dirty cells;
What have you in common? you have no life within.

But are you really lifeless? I am not so certain.
Is it a choice or fate that you're dead as you seem?
Not a thread of a breath, not a drop in your vein?
Even a single beat, or a small faint of ray?


Cry out to show some pain! shed a tear to show hurt!
Speak a word to be heard; stand out in the crowd!
Move within the stage and take the center light,
The world spins all  the same, dead you are or alive.