#25(3) When Nothing Ever Seems Worth Doing

What do I do
When I don't feel like writing
When I have four books
To write
What do I do
When I don't feel like fighting
Even though I've never fought once
In my entire life!

What do I do
When I don't feel like biting
Even though my teeth are withering
And falling out my mouth
What do I do
When I see the strike of lightning
Should I go east? Should I go west?
Or just keep on going south

What do I do
With these thoughts that keep on coming
Rising as faint whispers
Proceeding to blare with rage
What do I do
With these words that keep on delighting
Filling paragraphs and phrases
Turning page after page

I haven't had a nightmare
In oh so many years
I haven't had a fight fair
In lifetimes to dispense

All of this it makes no sense
But yet again, maybe it might
If you just read the words I write
Right

All of this it's all past tense
But then again, maybe not
If you just read the rows I phrased
In another time, in another place

But time is ours
We created days
We created weeks
We created pace

We created the seas
We created rage
We are gods to be
We are friends with age

We are hopes of nothing
We are bluffs if tall
We rise when death comes
Or do we fall?

We have facts we write down
But we can't see truth
We grow old and wonder
Over our past youth

We see trees in bloom
And we cut them down
The earth is rich and green
So we make it brown

We make it run away
From us and finds its way
Far away from us
And let the world decay

What do I do
When I don't feel like seeing
All of which comes with, just
Being a human being
What do I do
When I can't keep from breathing
Even though I think I might be taking
Somebody else's air

What do I do
When I fall down in the realms of despair
Or the depths of depression, and make my confessions
And regret it in another year
What do I do
When I can't seem to find the facts
When I can't look at the blue sky and sit back
And think about myself, and ponder about the days

When nothing ever seems worth doing.