Shallow Existence

In pensive mood, I often feel
This world was never designed for me,
Out of place, I belong nowhere,
Oh how I wish I wasn't there!

Deep into a void I travel through,
Without a thought or any clue,
Along the journey I'm lost somewhere,
The sense of my being just isn't there.

I'd vanish like an unseen ghost
'n flee from all that haunt me most,
Than to await myself to rust
I'd fain turn into a speck of dust.