I sit knowing what I need to be doing,
should be doing,
have to do.
I sit knowing what will happen if I don't.
The first step,
then the next.
I sit knowing I don't want those things to happen.
Can't afford it.
Yet I sit here continuing to do nothing.
Nothing but think about why.
Think about where?
Where did inspiration go?
Where did determination and drive fleed to?
It no longer resides with me.
It has moved on, its time spent with me.
So I sit waiting for time to pass.
For the inevitable to happen.
No longer controling my destiny.
Because I've wasted my energy on the things that don't matter.
Nothing is left for the things that do.
Too tired to care.