*My Void*

I wander about this dismal world,
finding apathy a way of life.
Everyone with their own groups
and where am I to fit in?
I have a blank stare,
seeming to look beyond the vainness of our culture.
The world races by
as I sit and stare,
stare at the empty wall.
Grey clouds rise above me,
everyone else sees blue skies.
I say our nation's color is black,
they say "white".
What is white?
I haven't seen it for so long . . .
I listen to the lonely words
rolling off the gonue of the soloist
Perhaps I'm not alone . . .
are their more beings out there . . .
Standing on the thin line of love and hate?