Futile

Sitting in the plane
I look outside
the void above me
& the fake beneath

Hard to say
if I was high above
Or real far

from the reality

Was I living
any different
or just going to
die the very same

The outside looked
bright n warm
Cold it was
on the inside

I get confused
at my own definition
of the inside
and that outside

Was it the plane
or my own self
Was it the other side
or the just the fuckin same

They say you can
change this world
make it different
rule out the pain

I say does this world
really need any change?
What can you make different?
What pain you can fix?

I can't control life
nor the reality of death
futile is this life
and so the fuck I am ...