Without Injections

Now the wheels are coming off.
There’s nothing for you to write
That you really want to write.

There’s nothing for you to read
That you really want to read.
There’s nothing for you to watch.

The world remains full of things
Just recently happening,
But to you unintriguing.

Pleasant and unpleasant things
Are still distinguishable,
But you don’t want to get lost

In the acts of doing things.
You’d rather stay half asleep.