Is this some sort of downward spiral 

Or a garden variety crisis of the week? 

Am I overreacting like they say 

Or is the world ending as I speak? 

I’m told trajectory is everything 

And velocity is nothing at all 

But these are things you don’t think about

When you’re in a position to hit a wall 

I’ve never been good at physics 

So I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt 

Maybe if I knew where I was going 

I’d understand what they’re talking about 

The truth is I haven’t taken the time 

To contemplate where life will lead me next 

Because at every given opportunity 

I sacrifice security for some seconds of rest 

I might be on a course for collision 

With consequences I’ve long ignored 

Or maybe I’m headed for oblivion 

Of something and nothing—which is worse? 

Would it be better to remain lost 

Than find myself far from where I want to be? 

Are things better left uncertain 

Than resolved into reality? 

Too scared of confrontation 

To be anything but a casualty 

Overwrought and written off 

By myself into a tragedy 

But I guess if we’re being dramatic 

My hamartia, or fatal flaw 

Is the persistent feeling of apathy 

That keeps me from changing at all 

I’ve been in a stagnant state of stasis 

My energy stifled and stowed away 

Overwhelmed by my own indifference 

Increasingly every day 

I’m left with a handful of hypotheticals 

All my dreams at my disposal 

Just my musing mind and I 

Racing, but I’m immobile