I just saw your profile picture
And the word melancholy jumped out at me
The intense way you are looking down
And I wonder if you drown
Just like me
Over and over again
In the sea of ineptitude and rooster crows
Beginning the day with the residue of yesterday's memorabilia.
Forks scraping plates of tasteless food,
Floating heads with melting smiles, the strokes of Dali genius.
Four walls staring, closing in, keeping us prisoner here
One lonely tear
Sliding down the side of the insightful eye.
I don't know who you are.
Maybe you are me.