Maybe I am stuck 
because I am waiting to be moved. 
Maybe I can move 
somebody who feels stuck.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I loop the songs I love 
until I choke them of all emotion. 
I stumble through words 
from a million brilliant minds 
searching for madness akin to mine. 

Pictures, stories, art, 
opinions, musings, crafts –&nbsp;&nbsp;
I gnaw at everything for hidden meaning. 

Am I even human if nothing moves me? 
Do I deserve death if I never learned to live? 

Spur my soul, stir my heart 
you, who knows exactly what I mean.
Or hark my bemoaning&nbsp;&nbsp;
as the graceless floundering 
of unmoored ennui.