NONESENSE

Nobody is the same
Nobody fells the same
Nobody thinks the same
And I feel like a black spot among colours.
I wonder: Why am I a Roman among Vikings?
Maybe there’s a reason
But as time passes I’ll remain hidden inside… looking outside.
And I don’t know what to do.
And I think if life has any reason to be
And I wonder if all things that happen have sense.
And everyone is high
And I wonder… “Who are you?”