Big deal

A short poem I wrote when in a bad mood.

My mind is clouded from all original thought
I sit I stupor, yet nothing
My mind lies vacant as the sea
Seeming so full
Yet nothing but space to see

Inability is not the core of me
I live I like I love
But all these things they bore me

I wish for more
But no more is forthcoming
Life is easy
Living is hard

In a dead world I encompass all society
In the real world I am a mockery
A parody of a dead thing
No more alive than the hope we all cling to

Rage appears at the contradiction
Logic is a lover of little appeal
Emptiness the prize of self realisation
In a world that does not care
No big deal