My feet smell

And neglect appears to be my only friend.

People hang out and talk with me

We share only words

Though nothing articulate.

Homework accumulates its own biomass

I think it even has become its own species.

I try to cut back on its invasiveness,

But still it pervades my privacy.

I check media hypes over and over

Yet remain unsatisfied.

Things don’t hold the same importance that they do

When it was most important on the AP test to get a five.

I do nothing with my life and it feels at its own stand still.

I still manage to get out,

I still have some activism of rights and join in all the rally fights.

Bed sounds best,

Yet that’s not a choice

It’s even ranked fourth on my list.

I still can’t decide what’s most important,

I can sit and contemplate it for hours.

Materialistic things don’t always add up

Is how life is portraying it, it seems.

I need to pick up the pace

And leave unnecessary necessities behind.

Time to decide to prize what’s right

Whatever that may be.

Still can’t seem to decide

 As I try to board fluffy ships in the sky.

Something around here stinks

And I know it’s not just my feet.