i lay in bed
as the sun crosses the sky
behind blankets of colorless clouds
nest of blankets and pillows
mock human touch

my diploma mocks me
from across the room
loose paper

i'm so sad i can;t leave my bed
maybe i'll go somewhere else instead
or i could just be dead

this isnt't poetry
it's redundancy

spiraling through the same idiocy
to make the best of mediocrity
unable to accept reality
if i could only get high enough to see
to understand where i need to be
which is probably here
where i'm drowning
losing sight of everything around me