Lost Cause

We’ve called a meeting
To mourn the death of art
Driving to the store
I’m not inspired anymore
Some days it’s a lost cause
Anxious in the hair salon
Fix myself in the mirror
I don’t know what happened here
Am I stumbling?
Falling down?
Am I laughing out loud?
What a perfect day
It’s been a while since I felt this way
Waking up by choice
The rising, rising voice
Staring at the sun
Learning to cope with love
I don’t know if I have the patience
To make it through this situation
(To manage my expectations)
Am I stumbling? Falling down
Am I laughing out loud?