Finding fulfillment shouldn’t be
this difficult.
Perhaps looking for it
within would be
time better spent

Exhausted from trying, I
rebel at the prospect of
continuing; and yet
still I strive.

Am I just stuck
in a rut?
Arrested in my development and
seeking only other than
what I truly need.

Expression is nice, but the
sentiment soon seems
forced and insincere.
No truth comes from
these so-called revelations;
only confusion.

I am I, but that is not enough.
Purpose eludes with as
much vehemence as sleep.
My eyelids grow heavy as
the betrayal of my body manifests.
Though I may sleep, I will not rest.

And so goes another day.

by Erik Shinker