A Funny Human Being

Taking my little concerns and miniature

plans too seriously instead of laughing

at myself, telling all with shiny eyes of

my new ideals, taking new medication

enabling me to eat less and sitting still

for longer periods

The sitting still is happening, but without

a large dose of interest, is quite useless,

mind growing bored tries to veer off, yet

discipline keeps me at my desk without

accomplishment, boredom grows as I

fail to find islands  

Of glorious escapism to give my feelings

a break from cold emptiness, floundering

I cast about, the world shrinking to fit into

my aching head changing me into a use-

less robot without interest, passion or

ideal - immobile

Without feeling and emotion - without

conscience to power movement of my

head and eyes, reading words without

understanding anything, unable to set

priorities - I have become a useless

robot - at least

I used to be a funny human being