IsoLation

Isolated in a place people call home,
Drifting pointlessly in a spherical dome.
What is the point of defying gravity,
When all there's left to me is captivity?

Isolated in a concrete jungle with no life,
Everyday is just another meaningless strife.
What is the point of tyring to survive,
When what is gone can no longer revive?

Isolated in a norm that is considered abnormal,
I might be in the midst of something paranormal.
What is the point of doing what i think is right,
When there is no recognision or whatsoever in sight?

Isolated within the outside & inside myself,
I am nothing like those book lying on a shelf.
What is the point of finding my direction,
When i'm denied the chance for vindication?

Isolated by the feeling of isolation overwhelming,
Every fork and turn i take is just me escaping.
What is the point of having connection with your surrounding,
When all that is left in the end is the feeling of lost & uncomprehending?