Lively Indifference

The Clock is turning,

My world is burning.

My existence appearing trite,

I long for a purpose so bright.

By yesterday’s final hour,

Seated in bed, emotionally dour.

Change this perpetual monotony

This life has chosen to befall on me.

Hopes and dreams ramble about,

Yet I can’t seem to bring them about.

What must I do?,

To become one of you.

One of the happy and brave,

More than dull and slave.

Where is my existential deliverance?,

Hidden behind my lively indifference.