Unsatisfied

I am unsatisfied

I'm unsatisfied with today's below-average lyrics

I'm unsatisfied with the hermit nature of this town

I'm unsatisfied with the ongoing struggle for truth

And I'm unsatisfied with our lack of recent, notable discoveries

Call me pessimistic

But it all seems so cliché

When I see my reflection

I have the same, recurring feeling

That I do not belong

So I've waited

And journeyed

And follied

And ferried

And buried

Still

I am unsatisfied

I'm unsatisfied with the 3-hour separation from my friends

I'm unsatisfied with my slow, second-hand computer

I'm unsatisfied with my slim, paperweight body

And I'm unsatisfied with the lingering dependence on family finances

Regretfully

I wish I was still clouded

By those same Satanic notions I once had

A hope, and practice,

Of a boundless form

I can never find much meaning anymore

Not in anything

Not with this permanent, existentialist philosophy of mine

But, as always,

It does feel good to write