My mind is broken,

It cannot be repaired,

The words were spoken,

I just never cared,

Alive but not living,

Having few feelings,

Yet always giving,

To other’s higher dealings,

What am I?

The reality of me,

Probably needs to cry,

Unbound but never free,

Is this life’s truth,

I haven’t a clue,

Even without a sleuth,

I know these lines are true:

Nothing has value,

Everything is pointless.