lethargic.

8/5/21

how many more worlds i’d see
if i wasn’t snuffed in one place
i’ve been in for ten years
— voluntary comfortable —
to the point of expulsion
from my mind —
without intrusion
that I so desperately need!
that I so desperately want!
but i’m just a snuffed corner,
a quieted contorter
from a past whose future
lacked a random assorter
to the point of a caterpillar?

butterfly won’t fly
won’t happen to die,
too lazy — abide —
by rules —
a lack of change —
in its core
it knows —
leads to further despair
but i’m too lethargic
to even care.