In my periods of self-imposed isolation, <br />when I am in a state of being, <br />rather than that of action, <br />when my passiveness, becomes paramount, <br />and my ambition is reduced <br />to one of apathy, <br />when I exist as an inanimate object, <br />rather than an object which <br />reflects life, <br />when I am present, <br />but unaccounted for, <br />when I suffer from <br />sel-inflicted wounds <br />and wound others about me, <br />becoming a wall of inhumanity <br />that no one is able to scale, <br />including myself, <br />a solid nothing, <br />erected by one's own <br />faltering ego, <br />a state of inertia, that following <br />the laws of physics, <br />cannot move until acted upon <br />by an outside force, <br />(and probably not then either) , <br />then I wonder, <br />what state is it, <br />that I am in? <br />Certainly not a vegatative state <br />as I would not be able to do <br />whatever the hell it is I am <br />doing now. <br />Certainly not a comatose state <br />as I would be unawake and <br />unaware of my surroundings. <br />It's possible that I could be <br />in such a state of mind <br />as to not know <br />just what it is that I am doing. <br />But that's ridiculous! <br />I do know what I'm doing. <br />So, what state am I in? <br /> <br />Why, Arizona, of course!<br /><br />david lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-state-i-am-in-2/
