My mind is blank, my fears ripe,
With uncertainty and stupid reasons to gripe.
I used to be so preoccupied,
Reading things, buying things,
All the lights on.
Now I sit and stare out the window,
Dimness shelters me,
The comfort of silence,
Nothing to Google,
I am among the marching soldiers.
“It’s out of your hands.”
“Take one day at a time.”
“It could end up being better.”
“They might love you…”
All of my I’s have become They’s.
The spirit in my eyes dilute into daze.