get up, stand up, rise, get enlightened, get high

Don’t feel much like war or poetry.

Why lie, I’m getting by, but unhappy. There’s so much that can be done to change that. Some goals though, require climbing insurmountable mountains like Everest, it’s doable, but I never will summit the peak. And so apathy is the logical course. Taking on the weight of the world and doing nothing – that’s me, unhappy and fine. Strength is weakness.

The closest I get to letting fall my tears is when I yawn. The apathy is what gets me, I’m too self-centered. Humility displayed is fake; it lacks decency, so I turn to gruffness. To be off-putting is to hide my vulnerabilities and to let me continue to be a martyr, for what I don’t even know.

There is no power.

To endure is not enough – perseverance is called for, especially if this is all we get and it can only speed up from here.