There isn’t much in a sterile life
There is no color, the walls are white
The floors are cold, on my feet
There is no flavor to the food I eat
The only smell, is of alcohol
In this sterile life
People come and people go
None of them really want to know
What it’s like to live in a sterile life
They look at you with big blank stares
Don’t get close, don’t you dare
Contaminate this sterile life
Not much to do but sit and think
Hours go by and I never blink
Time is slow in a sterile life
- Jessie Schwartz / Sterile
Medium: Photography 40x50cm
