There is exhaustion in my bones which paints a picture of something terrible
A lack of energy, really, and lacking experience to boot
To hardly be kept awake but all the same unable to truly sleep, paralyzed by options none too grand
So many things I could do, but none are the right flavor
The indecision so maddening
The lack of motive so harsh
What could I do, what can I do
Communication seems such a task, why try it with anyone else
Art such a tedious process
Games I grow weary of
Perhaps a nap is what I need to quell this persistent gnaw.
