18 July 2012
I am sitting in a diner
With the world upon my mind.
Feeling all melancholy, twisted, out of time.
The truth is there is far too much, of time that is,
Too much to notice the ignorance in our lives.
Too much to notice beauty
And my beloved wife.
Too much to give a minute to try and have some fun.
Just time, oodles and doodles of time to sit upon my bum.
I count to 60 seconds, it feels like 60 years,
Too wound up in me, afraid of inner fear.
If this is what it feels like to never have a purpose,
Dear God strike me down right now, to you I am truly worthless.
I was defined by what I did, my work was pride and passion
but now I am lost in space and through black hole I'm crashing.
Look at me, please do, I am not a curse, I am not a threat.
I am just a man you thoughtlessly call a lazy idle GIT!
The Curse Of Unemployment • Opuss № I