May you live in interesting times,
but not be overly bothered by the inconvenience that brings.
Sitting on a sofa, eating cold pizza
and worrying about when the internet will come back on,
I might be better bleeding or screaming at a wall,
or punching trees as if it mattered.
But it’s cold out there and I think it’s icy,
I’m worried I would slip and fall.
On the ground I would think of many things and maybe learn to crawl,
but repeated images tell me to stay in the sea,
Maybe I’m not built for action.