The saddest part of life is the part where it changes

Where the "norm" becomes the past and the future becomes an unclear blurr

The people we once talked to every day become mere aquaintances 

Everything lacks direction and nothing makes sense

And it seems as though our purpose is nugatory

We live in an everchanging world 

And this everchanging world is full of the broken vessels we call humans

All enduring their own problems in a society that has no desire to comfort them

And so we end up with cold people, simply existing because it is their only option