I’m wise enough to know I’m a fool,
Yet too weak… Perhaps afraid,
To do anything about it.
“What do you seek?” I ask myself.
I’m still waiting for a reply.
So for now I go to work,
Earn some money to fund my state of limbo when I’m not at work.
At least I don’t have to worry about the bills as I lay staring at the ceiling.
It’s really quite a beautiful life if you look at it from the right angle.