Floating in a Vacuum

Floating in a vacuum
of anachronistic indifference
Fatally infected
with metastasistic cynicism

Blood coursing though my veins
is a disinterested shade of gray
Merely killing time
day by meaningless day

What future still remains
for a creation of the past,
swept asunder by history
and tides of relentless change?

State of disconnection,
absence of direction
Eyes can see, mind perceives
The heart is cold and still

What does it mean to want,
what does it mean to dream,
what does it mean to feel?
Where did life go?