For me it's a cloud
it's there one minute and gone the next
it changes form
it remains out of reach
yet it exists

Get up... later
Get up... I will
Get up... why?
Get up... *******

Why do anything?
Why be anything?
For who? For what?
Know the answer or be trapped

Too much to think about
too much to consume
too much to care for
But there's never enough

Plan all you want
set goals higher and higher
impress everyone
with your magnificence

Finding truth? Impossible
finding meaning? Meaningless
finding a reason to do anything
Is the only thing worth pursuing

Been there done that
no new ideas anymore
yet finding my personal motivation
is a newly formed star

Jot it down and it's not real anymore
find someone who agrees and
they don't actually know
but happiness is there beneath that interaction

Get up... later
Get up... I will
Get up... NOW
**** it... I'm up

Those you love will understand
they will understand that
they will never fully understand
your struggle is yours. Not theirs

The ever fleeting moment of brief connection
Will always be the thing
beneath all else
that makes me get up
someone understands me
and I am not alone

Why else should I get up?