nobody writes poetry anymore.

it's all forlorn prose.

so is this.
so is this a
complaint
or what is this?

are you going to school or do you want to?
do you have a job or two or three or four?

are you content with your creations or do you not make?
do you know unfamiliar love from non familial people?

are you doing everything you want to be doing
with the people you want to be doing those
things you want to be doing with?

are you happy? are you happy?

probably not, but you should be.