I wish I was more motivated- Like a zombie I move around acting sedated. Lists and piles of things to do, But I sit and stare as my thoughts just brew. I feel I am made for finer things, But instead tedium is what life brings. I mope around feeling depressed: Contemplating activity makes me feel distressed. Perhaps, it is that I feel disconnected. My purpose eludes me and it’s time I reflected On strategies that get me out of this mindset.
Alone in a Crowd
The masses press around me and panic starts to rise- These souls that surround me living their separate lives- I long to be away from here on a empty country road: Zach Bryan on the radio speaking to my soul. Only there I will feel myself relax, and my lungs…