I want to have goals! I want to be passionate!
I feel like I’m running around in circles in the middle of a forest, whatever that means. I’ve got no ambitions or passions, no goals, nothing to accomplish, nothing I’m trying to do. It’s ridiculous. It’s boring. I hate it.
What is it going to take for me to find something that I want to do, something that I want to pursue, something that I want to accomplish? I need to live. I feel like I am alive, but I’m not living.
And a poem:
Little blue telephone pole
Pineapples manufactured by Dole
Endless life in a mortal dream
Caterpillars and lima beans
Alice has a lazy eye
Sometimes people want to die
And another for the sake of seeming serious:
I am alive but oh so dead
Days are lived inside my head
There’s not a thing I love to do
Not a thing, except write to you
I hope to create a change
To make this life a lot less lame
I’ll tell you of my travels
And just hope that they’ll unravel