"Watching TV, Nobody Ever Grows"

Should I be alarmed I rarely ever write?

My gift of emotional expression lays fallow.

Depth seems somehow out of sight;

Overrated is the life unendingly shallow.

Evan inhabits the place formerly of solitude,

Money assuages my insecurity.

Those dark feelings of old rarely intrude;

This soporific life lulls and beckons me.

The highs don’t seem quite as high;

My emotional diagram remains circular.

The lows don’t get as low as days gone by;

My existence feels a bit too linear.

Music is more a space-filler now than ecstasy;

There are a thousand things to do but get high;

When have I last kissed a woman deeply?

When was the last time I even really tried?

We know the Virginia Woolfs and the Hemingways

Of the world confronted the demons they faced;

They longed for the edge, and were loath to betray

The creative inspiration with which they were graced.

Balance is a worthy path to take;

Pursuing the highs and accepting the lows.

Time is too valuable a thing to waste,

For watching TV, nobody ever grows.

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