Self-absorbed, gotta get out of the house more, writing

This isn't exactly poetry or prose. This idea was going through my mind and probably should have stayed there where it made more since. Anyway, comments.....................?

Enigme



Internal warfare, raging continually

Confusion, questions, beliefs, and conflict bedlam in my mind

I love reason and hunger for myth

I am the educated fool, a spiritual nihilist

Longing for kinship, I hermit away in my sanctuary

The feeling conservative, the analytical liberal

I am the open-minded bigot, the enlightened misogynist

Embracing minimalism, I stockpile possessions

I believe in everything and nothing

My soul holds love for all, my heart, compassion for none

Lamenting pop-culture and the media, I daily drink the television’s sweet poison

Life as an artist with no milieu, a musician with no song, a writer who never lifts a pen

I am the hard-working sloth, the realistic dreamer, the joyful curmudgeon

Paralyzed, I am filled with energy and excitement

Taking action, I watch time pass

Loving life, I look for death