Fugue State
May 5, 2023
Unaware of my surroundings as I
Contemplate my life
The time crawls by so slowly like a slug
My search for meaning comes up empty
As reflection fails to yield
A purpose or a passion I can grasp
I’m in a sort of purgatory
My feet are trapped in mud
And sluggish is the flavor of the day
And life’s labyrinth closes over me
And I see no clear way out
Trapped in this fugue state ever longing to be free
