Numb Poem by Chosen Reject

He thinks, therefore he exists?
Blinding eyes are signs of disguise
Leaving just specks gazing at the sunrise
Minds are in state of abysmal

I always hated that nothing is observable
The more i gain, ignorance becomes the king then
Don't want to stand alone, i don't stand alone
Oh adversity, throw me some good tidings

I don't know what to do
Seems to be soaring more than usual
Seems to be more boring than casual
I won't be there when I've reached it