The State

It’s easy to slip into self-pity

And sometimes it’s right

When you can channel anger into something productive

But you have to whine a little bit

The lesser of two evil is productivity

I sit here at my desk and consider that

Of late I have written much of dust

And pain and loneliness and sadness

Things that happened which are benign

And nothing epic on the scope of ideas

Only chronicling these days of life slipping slowly away

I say to myself that I have written too much of these things

You’re going to find a voice

And then I slip into my own self-pity

And think about writing about my childhood

The reality is I just don’t want to say

That I spend a lot of time alone

And that I’m sad a lot

And that life is frustrating

And self-pity allows me to justify doing so

These are the things people relate to

Over lofty ideas and concepts

So I come out for the better

And I am so sad