I’ve no complaints. I’m dull but feeling well.
Perhaps I need a problem to confront.
This may be TMI, or overblunt,
but I’m aroused by challenge like a bell
is pealed by pulling – a compelling spell
upon me. I’m alive when in the hunt
for answer or solution, splint or shunt –
it spurs me to experience and tell.

And maybe that’s the way we all should be.
I don’t pretend to know what’s best for you,
but my malaise is nothing of concern
compared to your cascades of apathy.
I’ll bounce within three days, for this is true:
I’m bound to find a lesson I can learn.