There is something in self-reflection
I can't quite bear right now.
It is the opposite of action.
I have spent my life
self-reflecting
and perhaps too much.
Could there be tragedy
in all this inaction?
I can't go to the party tonight.
At least a part of me wants to.
But another wants to stay
to be safe, to smoke another bowl,
and sit here, consuming.
And I may. But neither should I
moralize this question for myself.
It is neither good or bad for me
to do either and it is neither
good or bad for me to do both.
It just is. It just is. It just is.
