You have no will to do anything
You are okay with everything
Why you may ask
Why i have reached this path
Maybe i know the working of the worlds
But not of my heart
It comes to contentment
And it has been for a long time
For nothing is desirable enough
Everything will disappoint
Or maybe i didn’t try hard enough
Body is weaker than soul
Soul is heavier than the body itself
It is hard to contain it
And no way to liberate it
Longing for nothing in particular
All the colors have been drained
Maybe I am color blind to this world
Brilliance of music can’t be heard any more
Have I been deaf to that also?
Is it just contentment?
Or boredom of not having my life together?