A reoccurring Indifference  

Moods soar like clouds in your skies.
A temporary change or a longer one, we see it in these eyes.

If there's a cake for everyone seems I'm cutting myself a piece too short.
Confused at what's going on.

Comfortable at the moment.
Hunters don't wait in comfort I know.
In the middle of this road when will I take off with speed.

Surrounded by addictions and the easily addicted.
Everyone here is fooling themselves that they are all settling good.
At times back and forth like the ticking of a clock, In just seconds I can stay restricted.

Most people with questions will remain confused.
Eye for an eye even close we can at times be used.