Whatever
Meandering, pointless beyond recognition,
oblivious to the cause of this condition.
Inspiration once near is now slipping away.
Without passion to cling to, no spark lights the way.
Relentless, intimidating uncertainty
eliminates the trace of possibility.
Idealistically idle, unable to move.
Far too much left to learn, but still more left to prove.
I started this one intending for it to be a standard rhyming metered poem, but couldn't come up with the right rhyme so I turned it into a haiku.
Chaos
Just a thoughtless word
carried on the wings of a
butterfly in flight.