At times, the question arises
When I ponder my demises
Is this doll really me?
This thing going to work every day –
No original thoughts to say –
Could it really be?
Lack of motivation, poor habits
Waiting until the deadline
Then producing hats holding rabbits
I must be out of my mind
I question myself, my goals, my flaws,
Why I go to work every day, then I pause;
These doldrums and repetitions
Societal, cultural traditions
I don’t speak of my heart
With the weight of my mind, it’s come apart
I look at red lights and drive in a daze
Repeating things like a cow out for a graze
Responsibility demands far more tasking things
Repetition of dull misdoings
Who asks of a heart or a mind
When customers must be relined?