Unmotivated

What can I say, except thinking too much leads to pessimism.

Unmotivated

I don't know why I
Exist.
There is so much in this world,
And yet
The  wonders
Are no more.
Like the sands of time,
Fading
Never to catch my attention.

 
Others wonder how to live,
I wonder
Why
To live.
Is there anything left to
Explore,
Create,
Love?

I am unmotivated.
Lazy
Unproductive
Underachiever?

 
Lost in a sea of
Ideas,
Never knowing which to
Grab a hold of,
Fearing to chose the one
That will sink.
Therefore never choosing,
Never succeeding.  

Why try,
If no one is there to see?
Friends have come,
And gone,
With each passing year.
As the years have gotten
Larger,
My cluster of friend has
Shrunk.
Now I sit alone.

I am unmotivated.

Reviews

[KonxOmPax]

Hehe, interesting comment. I really like this poem and relate to it alot as if I'm actually saying these things about myself to myself. I especially relate to the title. My favorite line is "Others wonder how to live,
I wonder Why To live." it has a special genuine quality.

[Noah]

Great write. You had me hooked frome the beginning.

[Fidheallir]

There is an interesting effect in how the short line breaks "ooze" down the page. It feels like procrastination, dragging out the poem and forcing the reader to move slowly.

[Kirby Lund]

I really like this--I feel exactly the same way. I don't know about that third stanza, though; it might be better as the starting point of another poem.

[Butterflymom]

Fantastic! I started reading it and felt myself sinking into a hole of apathy and depression...great job with this description, and if flowed nicely. It was fresh!