Willie Style

where are the Care Bears when you need them?

flashes of mental poison
i could not care less about anything, anyone,
but then it's gone and focus returns

the day seems endless, cessation of yesterday-today-tomorrow
only light and dark changes and no beginning or conclusion
no 24 hour cycle, hours - what are those?

there it is again, i don't care, i don't care what happens to me,
i don't care if people still exist
i don't care if i'm the only person around
i don't care that other people do care
but i care just enough to know it's not normal
sometimes, i care more about the dog back home i rarely see than most people
so childish and simple yes
the dog it makes me happy

no doubt i'm lonely and my mind wanders
or i can't sleep
or i'm bored
or Freud is haunting me
or my conscience is telling me the truth about reality

where are the Care Bears now...