"there's something inside me, dying."

there's something inside me, dying.
my motivation's color, it's going gray,
and my innovation has growing pains.
these days,
my creativity can't throw a spiral
and my individuality can't catch.
I stopped by the supermarket
to pick up Rogaine
for my inspiration's receding hairline.
my originality
my personality
my identity
needs to pay the utilities
so that there's running water
for my ingenuity's shower
before work in the morning.
my soul uses public transportation,
and my imagination carpools.
after work, my passion gets a bite to eat
at McDonald's.
supersized.
my fountain of youth is a clogged artery
and regret is the heart attack,
waiting to happen.
there's something inside me,
dying.