I open my eyes world,
so damned lazy.
Daydreamer with unfulfilled dreams.
Weak and hazy.

I am distraught today,
feeling shallow.
Full of confections, no substance,
unhallowed.

If I write, who'll listen
to me and why?
Ain't got much to really say
except..."Hi"?

I am flawed, but who knows?
Who'd even ask?
There's simply no new ideas,
light to bask.

Am I afraid? Of what?
Our rejections?
No one else has done this to me!
Reflections?

I am distraught today,
feeling shallow.
Full of confections, no substance,
unhallowed.

I open my eyes world,
so damned lazy.
Daydreamer with unfulfilled dreams,
weak and hazy.