It may have been a Wednesday, When I noticed the stain from yesterday, My clothes were already worn, And the onset grease was forming.

Slogging again to my desk and screen, To continue my Google search for meaning. A disheveled routine of YouTube and coffee, To tackle again; How do I become me?

The countless tutorials I’m consuming, That satiates my dopamine rush for ‘doing’. I’ll just keep hoping and pretending, That on Thursday I might be something.