meaning and awe, or lack of

isn't it wonderful,
i cant be bothered to feel for myself
lucky you,
i let you feel through me

'our eyes do not see themselves
they see reflections'

and I'm reflecting you
responding as you
in a perfectly synchronized sympathy
voting we shed our tears
even though
I'm perfectly contented with my memories
and melancholy

drift through life
drag your life
drag your bundle of burdens
set up the den
that will house your sins

you're not upset,
your simply distraught
and you cant understand the simplicity of life
and the lack of meaning and awe