Hollowness

passing on time's escalator to the end?

Hollowness.
The emptiness of being.
Dissociated from the existence around.
Its as if on-looking a movie as scenes unfold.
I am a distant by-stander on time's escalator
A lonely passenger passing with the time.

Peoples move. Things happens.
Traffics jams and traffics pass.
But things seem so distant from this heart,
A craving unmet stupifying sense and soul,
An emotionless starer at life's cross-roads,
A lonely passenger passing with the time.

Silence.
The hollowness without words.
Thats the answer for how I feel.
Its better than a undesired tune,
The desired melody and voice is unheard
A lonely passenger passing with the time.