What does it matter if I'm uninspired,
If drearily I drift from day to day,
Uncertain of myself, what I've desired
And what, if anything, I have to say?
Is it important if I'm unenthused,
Bored with the situations that I'm in?
Should I be worried that I have abused
The gift of life in being what I've been?
Where others see a clear blue shining sky
I've always only seen an empty sheet
Punctuated by a brighter spot,
But no more special for it. So, should I
Be too concerned? Or should I just retreat
More fully from the world and my own thought?
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