The Observation Deck

mentally it's cold here
everything is nothing
and that concept keeps going
yet I watch and wait
but never hope
never ever hope
I keep it cool
even in the hottest
darkest hell of hearts
I see, slightly feel
and fall freely into
whatever this state is
numb might be the answer
but that seems way to simple

this little old brain
is still deducing everything,
statistically raping
and metaphorically forsaking
everything that the bang made
eyes wide open inside of fates belly
I want to really see
why must be answered
and so it shall be
by watching not interacting