There is a disinterest
in the air of this room
and it is not because of
the weather but it’s me

Lately, I’ve been so
indifferent to everything.
Everything seems so
repetitive and monotonous

I don’t wake up
to look up to something
I wake up just because
my eyes open and if
they didn’t I’d sleep forever

I talk to you because
you do and if you
didn’t I would be
silent and reticent

I walk down the
trails in sheer hope
of finding something
compelling and fascinating

But now I sit and watch
the same Sun rise
the same birds chirp
and the same black dog bark