Wood cracks,

Flies travel,

The clock ticks,

Aeroplanes soar above,

And yet,

i am stuck,

trapped,

captured by my

own anxiety.

new days promise

aspirations, ambitions,

intentions.

funny how often we lie.

because alas,

i have not committed

to exercise,

have not studied for the

future,

have not left my

house.

why do I keep
waiting for
Miracles?
Keep thinking
Unrealistically?
Keep daydreaming?

why am i nothing
but a disappointment?