I never feel down in the morning
Yet I don't participate and
Continue to complain every day
That I've yet to live,
Sure I'm living
But I'm not living,
I'm the drifting drag that
You really hate talking to,
This gets annoying most of the time
And I should really stop all this self-loathing,
Problem is it's the only excuse I have
For doing nothing,
I can't let that go
Else I'll be a cabage full of cowardness,
Dealing with one too many problems.
Mr.Problematic Me needs to fix a few things.

It coats my tongue in apathy,
After the feeling I get from knowing it's irrelevance.

Life is not in love
Not in responsibility
Not in relationship
Not in friendship
Not in family
Not in marriage
Not in happiness
Not in security
Not in religion
Not in superstition
Not in imagination
Not in participation
Not in dreaming
Not in fighting
Not in peace
Not in solitude
Not in hiding
Not in showing
Not in justice
Not in morals
Not in humanity
Not in animalism
Not in canibalism
Not in politics
Not in leaders
Not in higher powers
Not in systems
Not in categories
Not in schools
Not in intelligence
Not in ignorance
Not in societies
Not in countries
Not in space
Not in place
Not in truth
Not in knowing
Not in learning
Not in caring
Not in sharing
Not in appropriation
Not in accordance
Not in order
Not in chaos
Not in problems
Not in solutions
Not in greatness
Not in failure
Not in achievement
Not in employment
Not in popularity
Not in economics
Not in presidency
Not in parliament
Not in length
Not in quality
Not in interference
Not in significance
Not in growth
Not in similarities
Not in change
Not in purpose
Not in awareness
Not in beliefs
Not in trust
Not in killing
Not in saving
Not in treating
Nor in creating.
Life is in living
Life is only simply in existing.
It's the perfect way to do it.
Just to exist.
Facing no other outcome but death.