Ranting and Raving

I wake up groggy and achy. I get ready and spend forty minutes surrounded by humanity on it’s way to the grind. I sit at work, knowing what needs to be done, but fighting an often times loosing battle against apathy. I go home with the same human mass I came in with, all as lost as I am. I consume the opiate of entertainment and then I return to fitful dreams, only to begin all over again. I am going through the motions.