,

Things are nothing but mediocre.
But then I think of joyous thoughts.
Futuristic
Melodramatic
Improbable
Joyous thoughts.

They sustain me but a couple hours.
Maybe a day.
But then
Mr. Reality comes skipping
right around the corner
Finds a unicycle
rides around me
then throws a cupcake right at my nose.

Well, I wake up.
I do.
And I find,
Mr. False
Mr. Obligation
Mr. Everyoneelseintheworld
standing around my bed.

And then comes the dread.
The fear.
And the worry.
And nothing,
nothing at all
is even remotely clear.

Verwarring.

Ceaseless, ghastly, preposterous unknowing.