Still Frames

My madness
Is just a search
For awareness
Most of the time
I go through life
Watching it go
Wondering why
All I see is people
passing me by
Then gone
In a blink of an eye
It's like some sort of
Constant dejavu
It's like a film footage
I need to go through
I try to stop and edit
As still frames
Black and white
And then, as I sigh
grade with a tint
of the coldest blue