Man With No Soul

walking and observing i see no change.
i look into windows as i pass by and stare blankly at myself.
i observe my face and my body but why i stare deep into my eyes i don't understand.
maybe i'm searching for something or maybe i unconsciously know i'm not human.
i make my way aimlessly down the sidewalk.
in a way i sorta like when the people don't pay me no mind.
i guess to them i'm just a shadow.
a shadow with a black leather jacket and hooded to hide my face.
i sit under a tree as i make sense of all things.
i watch the birds that fly by only to be interrupted by the planes above.
i watch the clouds roam on by.
i see couples enjoying there life.
i just stare and wonder how that feels.
but it's okay i declaire with hesitation.
but will i always wonder how it should feel if i knew how to again.