I guess that,

at the end of the day

I really don't care about much.

.

Sometimes,

I naively awake

before the alarm

and, in my paranoia,

I pretend that

things will be different.

.

That's me,

foolishly foolish.

.

So I don't care about much

except for the rabbit

that drowned in my pool

on Sunday night

and

if God will be mad at me

for not believing in Him.

.

Funny

how I only care about

things

that aren't even

my own.