when I am difficult

I actually don't feel this way more than 25% of the time.



Indifferent,
I turn away
from the levers
that control the Heavens.

One pull,
one crank,
and you could thank me
for making your life better.

Yet I refuse
to put myself in the mood
that contorts my face
into a warm smile,
that lightens my limbs
to the point where
they raise of themselves
to reach those levers.

I am indifferent, but I am not selfish.
I am simply sluggish with melancholy,
lacking vision to see any
hope
in any venture ventured today,
in any attempt at the supernal,
whether lost or gained.