I have many faults.
I’m impatient. Lack discipline.
I’m too lazy to understand
I get stuck
in deep ruts.
My wheels spin.
I create paranoia.
Make problems that don’t exist.
Because I’m bored.
Like a coyote in a cage.
Running back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.
I don’t stretch beyond what I know, so I do what I’ve been doing all along.
Dying without ideas.
Even if it’s wrong.
Because it is easier to reject the unknown than it is to understand.