i tried: poems from a lost soul

path of least resistance

this is the life i choose to lead

of fleeting pleasures and constant pain

because if i can easily get the numbers i need

then why should i work for it

i could exercise self discipline

rise with the sun

feel its warmth spread to my core

stretch my limbs and my mind

sink into sweet slumber blissfully sated

be so much more fulfilled

than this hateful existence

yet here i am instead

typing away at a quarter to midnight

too tired to even cry