What a dull dreary year is this 20-20

Out of 1000 I'll probably rate it a 70

That's for the two good months before the madness

Leading to me discover new depths in my sadness

For who could have thought I could feel so alone

Solitary confinement but with tech, no fun home alone

And I found out that my friends weren't that deep

That there perhaps really was no connection, just random peeps

Trapped in my own world, while others go out and drive jeeps

Realized I was so attention-hungry, yet couldn't even give a beep

Why shall I call when I got nothing to say

The moon's got no point to be rising in the day

And philosophy ain't really anyone's thing, but its my way

My worldview, my way of looking at things that might stay

Probably forever until someone can sway me

Though no one bothers looking for the needle in this stack of hay

Still, I love doing it, even though I get no pay

Oh, if only I could find in real life what I find online

But since forever the burden has been all mine

The time for me to crumble is coming, I'mma go offline

Go and sleep and drink water like its some kind of booze

What poetry can't fix will only be repaired by snooze.