All told, today’s been a lazy sort of day,
just a lot of staring up into the gray,
aimlessly wishing awkward thoughts away
thinking of something vaguely positive to say.

Nothing seems to come to mind.

Perhaps if I try enough, I’ll find
that finally something will, in time
but so far, to date, I’ve been blind.

If I could at this moment perhaps see
– that is, have the perspicacity –
to escape from this sense of ennui
then I suspect I could be free.

Alas, though, I’m muddled in this mire
with the melancholy I’ve acquired
and cannot raise my spirits higher
to that of any to aspire
(to).