Now For Something Completely Different

And now for something completely different...
Not happy, not sad, not angry, not calm.
Just existing within a world, merely alive.
All things meaning nothing to it.
Symbolism is only meaningful
To one who wants it to be.

A machine, being alive just to be alive,
Gaining nothing, losing nothing, just is.
Does activities just because it can.
All alone, nothing worth being with,
At least not for a long period of time.

Observing others through a glass ball,
Observing the interraction between others.
Nothing really matters to it at all,
All it wants is to be alive.

Love, hate, fear, aggression, joy:
All gone, never really being in it anyway.
Alone in a crowd, part of nothing.
All that is needed is life for it.

Standing out, blending in:
A paradox of existence.
It is another face in a crowd,
That catches eyes as it walks.

Evil, wicked; good, noble:
All applicible to it,
Depending on the crowd
Always on others opinions.
Always something it ignores.

So it exists, as I watch it go,
Emptiness in the eyes so full of life.
Old and young, yet content.
Maybe it was the smart one in society:
Living for the sake of living, not for pleasure.
Pleasure always leaves us behind anyway.