Plain picture/meme of a poem I wrote: Existential Oatmeal I woke up tired, dreams on snooze. Put on my socks, forgot to schmooze. Stared at a wall (or was it the fridge?) Life is a highway, and I'm behind a smidge. Breakfast? Meh. It tasted like doubt. Existential oatmeal: no flavor, no clout. Scrolled my phone for a dopamine drip, Found memes, regrets, and one guilt trip. No spark, no storm, no deep despair, A drifting thought, a lukewarm cheer. A shrug wrapped in a cozy sigh, Not low enough to question why. I'm not depressed, just vaguely decaying, Smiling politely while quietly fraying. Mood: beige. Ambition: low. If life’s a stage, I missed the show.

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