the unpainted canvas

Nothing is going right...
but nothing is going wrong either
I'm on a white canvas as I sit and wait for the college to predict my future
I'm on a blank piece of paper waiting for the next inspiration

I walk down the halls full of people being blurred by every turn of my head
nothings real
nothing matters
it over and I have nothing to do
and no where to go

I have no ambition to look or excitement
I used to do that ... If there was nothing going on in my life I would look for someone else excitement and get somewhat wrapped up in it only for my own selfish entertainment
but that's not entertaining anymore

but if u asked what is entertaining to me now
I wouldn't know how to answer

I'm the undecided final shade to a masterpiece

this isn't all meant to be understood