Purely Observing

Where am I?
I swear I wasn't here before
Just blacked out again
Floating and falling.

Who am I?
The cat is curious but does not know
I am purely observing again
Senses and apathy.

What I am?
Scrapes and bruises from a forgotten war
A wandering soul with no sense of home
Drenched and alone.

Why am I?
Drifting subconsiously through space
Powers that defy all beliefs
Shattered and improving.

When am I?
Accepted, finally worthy of superficiality
I'll break from these bad habits
Night and day.

How am I?
Blind to the world
The world ignores me
I ignore the world.