Looming Abyss

air conditioner white noise static

i think i hear voices

monsters in the attic
don't panic

but i have limited choices

anxiety depression behavior erratic

wish i could be an adroit droid

set on automatic

but i can’t

inner voice says no one wants to hear

another middle-aged rant

if i give into the fear

need a brain transplant

take a breather drink a beer

so i can be a human being not an ant

Nietzsche said

stare into the abyss it stares back

fighting monsters in my head

and what i lack

that i’ll never be enough is what I dread

better weave the best I got and not look back

so the best of me survives me when I’m dead