In me,
in myself,
I am not all,
I am not all that bad,
and I am not all that happy,
and I am not all that glad,
and I am not at all terribly sure,
and I am not wishing,
for anything in particular,
not wishing for anything in particular at all,
but I never wake from this state,
for the world is a savage place,
and I will be most likely be,
prevaricating,
until the end of the human race,
and in my indecisions,
in my indecisions I can only wish,
that this is not forever the case,
and I wish the world,
was not so stressful,
because I can see,
why there are so many suicides,
and it is a sad fate,
a sad fate, and yes, it is not for me,
but I am too busy prevaricating,
over every little thing,
over every little thing,
and it probably will always be the case.
