סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

I don't believe anything I think
I just float
a silent revolution swept me some time ago
and I haven't been myself since.
Will I ever be?
I just float and wait
for some clarity, for a sign.
Tides come and go.
The pain comes and goes.
Weeks pass and I just bury myself in work,
and wait to see what will happen when I grow up,
which will be so soon.