Another poem by myself. I had some ideas for some other things, but I have next to no motivation to write... Poems are easiest for me, then guides, then stories. I've wanted to write a story for a while now, but I just feel depressed, unmotivated, and overall bleh. Anyways, DIAMOND, FAVE, SUBSCRIBE, any of them should boost my spirits to get into the game a little but more. Hell, if you subscribe, I'll write a piece on anything you want.

Where's my magic? Where's my talent?
If all the rest can dance the dance, must I crawl beside them?
And should I not wish to dance along,
Am I just insane?
I know I'm crazy, but does the world have to know also?
I can pull out a shaped slab of metal or wood
and produce sound just as well as the next person,
but why isn't it enough?

I feel the hole in me, begging to be filled,
with some sort of talent, some calling, something worth doing.
Until then, it;s hard to do anything, as there's no endgame for me.
The life a nihilist is hard enough as it is,
but must it also be void?
A sandbox, that all on this planet are familiar with,
and should my life equate to that?
Should my constructs be ripped from me,
or should they be monuments to me,
does it really matter?

I have no calling, no purpose,
it has not gone unnoticed,
but why can't I forget it?
I am a fortunate person, I've lived well,
I have "felt love", but have I?
I could sleep forever,
and be just fine trapped in a dream.

Of course, that's me, always hitting restart,
because this world has no use for me.
And suddenly what started as thinking of a story, then on a millisecond notice started a poem,just became a little less vauge and poetic.... hmm... Meh, I'll leave it, no matters. Carpe diem? (YOLO should be changed to carpe diem...).

Cyall around.