The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts

I Feel Like The Color Gray

I feel
Who are you kidding?
I feel like I want
You want what, fickle little girl?
I feel like I want to
Don't be impulsive.
I feel like I want to
FEEL SOMETHING
Not quite numb,
Just not inspired
The sun was shining today
It was good
I was happy
I smiled
Is this what happy feels like?
I'm losing it
Losing the creativity
Losing the drive
Losing it all
In the name of happiness
Though, I would any day,
Favor inspired over happy
Art, that's what it all is
Poetry is art
The world is art
Gosh, you're art
But
The
Canvas
In
My
Mind
Has
Blurred
To
Gray