Lie down, close my eyes and see, 
Another empty day complete.
Comfort sought, safety won
In hasty, purposeful inaction 

Wake up, open eyes, and race,
Aimless, for the nothing prize.
Scattered whole, parts of me,
In comfortable anxiety 

Selfishly selfless,
Anodyne, pacified,
`I'm doing my best,`
My best little lie 

What reason to try, why do any more,
Than a safe life burned out long and slow.
Cliche but true, that the world here is broken,
But how can it be salvaged ... [i]when I am the wreckage[/i]

A broken whole, but workable,
Unsteady, unwieldy, ungraceful;
A fracture healed improperly,
A maladaption, awkwardly

No reason to try, or to do any more,
But watching the sand tick down too slow.
To hide in the scraps, stay in comfort zone
Or accept the real challenge, and crawl from my wreckage