My feet smell
And neglect appears to be my only friend.
People hang out and talk with me
We share only words
Though nothing articulate.
Homework accumulates its own biomass
I think it even has become its own species.
I try to cut back on its invasiveness,
But still it pervades my privacy.
I check media hypes over and over
Yet remain unsatisfied.
Things don’t hold the same importance that they do
When it was most important on the AP test to get a five.
I do nothing with my life and it feels at its own stand still.
I still manage to get out,
I still have some activism of rights and join in all the rally fights.
Bed sounds best,
Yet that’s not a choice
It’s even ranked fourth on my list.
I still can’t decide what’s most important,
I can sit and contemplate it for hours.
Materialistic things don’t always add up
Is how life is portraying it, it seems.
I need to pick up the pace
And leave unnecessary necessities behind.
Time to decide to prize what’s right
Whatever that may be.
Still can’t seem to decide
As I try to board fluffy ships in the sky.
Something around here stinks
And I know it’s not just my feet.