Enjoyment is not time wasted.
Your emotions need something to regulate themselves.
If you are enjoying a game
Where it gives you hours of entertainment
That is when you know it is a good game.
One that makes it more enjoyable
By sharing with friends.
It is not uncommon
To watch someone
Have a conversation
With no one else around them.
People look down
As they stride forward
Trying to watch whatever is on their phone.
Sometimes running into things
They did not notice because of it.
We all seem to take for granted
Our mobility
And when those who can not
Point it out
We don’t feel like we have done anything wrong.
Still, we get to one place
From the last one.
The ministry of weird walks
Have a lot of things to study right now.
Driving down
a stretch of road
once used often
long ago.
Now the drive
is nostaglic
until I remember
who I drove this road with.
Remembering that this already happened.
Telling yourself it can not be true.
Looking at the future and seeing the same mistakes repeated.
Hoping things will go differently
and then having it dashed mercilessly.
Hate group extremists.
Politically divided.
Financial security destroyed.
Misogynists training.
People dying.
War destroying stability.
Hope has been yanked away from some.
The rest of us pray and hope that the world will get better.
Afterwards I saw the blood.
There was no pain.
Only a recognition that I had cut myself.
Have I become numb?
Or do I merely not care enough to react when bad things happen?
A charging station for humans.
Something that doesn’t take energy
To get back the energy.
Like eating food.
First you have to buy it.
Then cook it.
Lastly you eat it.
Then the food coma happens
And you still have no energy.
Discipline to stay in habit
While giving time to be an artist.
Am I capable of this?
Sometimes I think I am.
Other times my energy levels bottom out
And I avoid reality
For as long as possible.
Dizzy.
Back pain.
Mental fatigue.
Working the problems.
Finding less efficiency models.
Making it worse.
Staying up late.
In our food.
Our hair.
Our cars.
Our products.
Sometimes in our smiles.
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