Withered,
really.
Tired,
really.
Lazy,
really.

I’m stone cold
inside and out.
A chill passed.

Just down lately.
Wondering where
to go,
wondering what to learn,
wondering if I was really
left alone,
wondering if I should go,
just wandering on
your front porch.

Slow,
its been,
real slow.

Maybe I’ll continue this
chain,
just faster…
Will it change?
Will it change anything?
No, I don’t think so.
I was right, but wrong
..again.

It’s just so tiring.
The same damn thing.

Left post-its of this
on my forehead.
Nobody noticed,
nobody cared.
I’m really not amazed.
I’m really not that…

surprised.