Sometimes I get tired
I fumble around and around
Searching furiously
For the off switch
It’s tough being alive
But it seems pretty tough to die too
Sometimes you can put your finger on it
Most times you can’t
I wish it was a lot more simple
I don’t see what requires the world to be this
Endless, tenacious, and unruly mass of
Swirling colors and ideas
If there’s meaning
I might have found it
But probably not
It’s almost certainly not that simple
....But only almost