Pick Up That Newspaper

stop looking for problems
you don't need pity
you're not miserable
pick up that newspaper
and pick up yourself
stop being so deliberate
it's retrograde
selfish
you're inaction in action
don't lie, you know what you want
your tank's full already
turn the car around
and face her

I'm Afraid of the Dark

What wiles will the night conceal?
Must I muster the courage to find out?
I'd rather wrap myself in my covers,
curl up and let my thoughts coalesce into dreams.
I can conquer the chimerical
but I'm bested by the unknown.

I lack the bravery to leave my bed.
A single step, and I could be stranded,
without a way to return.
Even if I try to trick it,
light a lamp and reveal its secrets,
there's still black around the next corner.

So I sleep, slowly letting the good slip by
because I'm too focused on avoiding the bad.