again again
im stupid again
my brain is the size of a flea again
my braincells do battle over who is the winner
yet i am unable to make myself dinner
my clothes are unwashed and my hair is all scruffy
but i just cannot get out of bed in a hurry
i roll and moan and im oh just so lazy
my cat’s more productive than i am not crazy
my talents, my dreams - i buried them all
i let them all die, didn’t soften their fall
rolled myself down stairs of not failure
hit my head on the 29th staircase
jumbled all that was left of that goo
and now i can’t tell 7 from 2
everything’s blurry, but mostly - my future
it appears that now it is merely a nuisance
but what’s to expect when i pursue nothing
this blank slate is all that’s coming
it’s scary, it’s dark, and it’s also my fault
this coldness i brought here all on my own