Not My Job

Pink Sky, Grey Clouds

Rain fell in pastel

Long day, long drive

Brain dead, still alive

Lie down, face up

Dead set to collect dust

Useless, I'll bet

If not for my skillset

Longing, tension

I have dimension

I'm outside. It makes me static

Do I take the blame for the times I shatter

If it ends the same do the means even matter

Come down? Can I

Without it what am I?

Hollow Empath

I'm reading my forecast

Hungry

Burnout

Washup

Sellout

It's only one thing

I need to mean something

But if you ask me I'm fine

But if you ask me I'm fine

But if you ask me I'm fine