For so long, it seems,
like my life has been moving
in one direction
with no suggestion
from myself.
In a vegetative state,
not wanting to take the blame
for my existence.
But that ****
gets old real quick.
Dwelling on what I did
or didn’t do;
New opportunities
passing by in full view.
Attainable,
but I have to break through
this barrier of apathy and grief
held towards a world
that never wanted me.
Haphazardly hoping
that a greater man
had a greater plan
than birth and death,
but all the rest
is up to me
it seems.
In between
two unchanging variables,
I’ll exist until relieved.
Until then I’ll try to be
Something...