The pinnacle of being obsolete

[Ragga_Wh0re]

no more abstract thoughts or feelings,
and yet...lucidity ceases to be found.
Consumed by the monotony of this waste of time we call life.

Removed myself from the bigger picture,
and realized that in this constant chaos i do not fit,
and yet, within the comfort of the shadows I am not content.
Humble?...
no.
Proud?...
never.
Happy medium?
If you want to call it that.
medium?,
yes.
Happy?
No.

My waste of time I call life, revolves around such trivial things.
Ashamed to see that all I mirror is a distorted image.
Ive become obscure with each passing moment.
Now obsolete.
I find myself choking on the dirt kicked up by the wake of this passing pinnacle.