I’m absorbed by my apathy,

like pineapple in jelly,

it’s hard for me to escape the grasp of this gelatinous path,

the further I traverse this sticky boardwalk of indifference,

the harder it becomes to see what the point is-

The way people live their lives,

there is no thrill in 9 to 5.

The reason seems to evade my sights,

past the golden horizon and towering heights.

I’ve resigned myself to this winding trail in the middle ground,

with no hatred to spare, nor love to be found,

maybe someday I’ll spot a stray oppinion,

and then I’ll know where to begin.