Truth is I don't know how to thrive
I've spent my whole life just trying to survive
I can't remember my last genuine smile
That wan't simply to beguile

How does one get out of bed
When all your motivation is dead?
What fresh hell is all this inaction
What I wouldn't do for a distraction.

Who knew a never ending to-do list
Would be so sorely missed?
When there's no one to appease
How does one live life at ease?