Content but frustration towards the uncertainty this world has to offer.
Vaguely familiar strange place, walking around purposefully wandering. Full consciousness of absolute confusion.
Accompanied with desolation and isolation yet completely alone.
Deaf and blind to grotesque images and the unbearable screaming of lost children.
Knowing everything about nothing and knowledge of nothing about everything. Filled with all the answers of questions unknown and questions to answers still unclear.
Constant eagerness of passive indecisive laziness
Our world turns, standing completely still. Never improving or evolving just continuing.