Indifferent to the Day

Indifferent to the day, as the night is to the sun. Sometimes you just feel it, other times you are impossible to ignore it. The day to day actions seem unreal, and you have to think hard to remember what its like. What its like to be just one of three hundred million. Playing roles, wearing masks, faking smiles it can all come so easy when your at the worst, and so hard when you try to pull it out from greatest of your depths. I may be buggin' but, I also may be not. So take the cards as they come, and continue along your lines passing people by as if they do not even notice. But the ones who do, they ones who pay attention, more like who are always paying attention. They will catch what the other miss, what the people who just continue along in "la-la" land, unaware, unable to see, underneath the surface of that mask.