I roam, aimless, no headphones
But my thoughts are so loud that
They mute out the obnoxious noises
My high school “peers” create.
I look, objectively, no words
But my sight is so two-dimensional that
People, objects, life seems
I am happy, peaceful, not white
But the kind of selfish joy an enlightened
Figure experiences. I look on, mute.
In my thoughts, I roam, and I appreciate.