My life is a series of way-too-unimportants
Amidst a few way-too-highs and a few way-too-lows.
And I cannot decide which I find more unpleasant:
The strong, pointless feelings or this emptiness that grows.
Somewhere in the cracks between my joy and my pain
Seeds of apathy were sown and began to take root;
Life gave me the perfect mix of sunlight and rain
To ensure that not caring yields a rich blend of fruit.
There’s always an obvious path to be followed:
Least resistance is met when I stop caring overtly.
My echo chamber of emotions is ringing quite hollow;
There’s no way to be happy, but at least you can’t hurt me?
There’s no need now for tears, or any real introspection;
I’ll never feel sorry or down on my luck.
There’s no point in forging messy human connections –
It’s so much easier for me to just not give a