Catharsis...

Don't know when it started/or how I'd gotten so lethargic/being easily distracted and overly outsmarted/making myself too often an easy target/certainly wasn't at my sharpest/broken down discarded/back burner placed on felt long ago forgotten/dismissed and disregarded/but as i continued an artist starvin'/my work only grew more cathartic/the pain which in my heart lived/i was able to find the beauty and art within/found the strength to start again/enough gumption to know the status quo i want no part in it/rather the numbed out and dumbed down try to put a charge in/haven't the time nor desire to conspire or plot against/tell me what's the logic in/trying to argue with/you til my face turns blue and eventually lost all sense/not again will i allow myself to be disheartened/don't forget there'll be nothing left to harvest, if we don't tend to our weed infested gardens, too long neglected for what in actual value is far, far, far less...