My Styrafoam Life

It's not quite cold outside
as it is a little chilly
My fingers are stiff
and my ears block out the sound
I'm high on all the hate and tears
I never really felt
My eyes are filled with something new
and it's not quite frozen stiff
as it is a little cold
My imagination stirs up thoughts
I do not need to think
and my heart is old and bitter
with the things that make one so
This world just keeps on spinning
and I find it wears me out
I feel it in my muscles
the pain of being stiff
and my feet aren't really cold
as they are a little numb
with the feeling that one gets
when walking down a road
that's too long to have an end
and yet my feet still walk
without ever knowing why
A mild intuition
A plan or maybe two
that moves us through life's masquerade
and whispers things aloud
I'm standing in a hallway
with walls on either side
yet the past and now the future
give me freedom still to move
Conversations in my ears
noise without a sound
Cardboard blocks of styrafoam
that seal me inside
If you do not know the outcome
why bother read the book?