Undriven (a poem for an unmotivated man)
by Thomas Mathie
Underprepared for being under the weather.
Unavailable for activity - certainly not the productivity I wish to undertake.
Uncertain even as to this certainty.
Undecided about even this unilateral course of action.
Unapologetic about being unable to move.
I should be listening to the underground so I can talk about in the overground.
But instead I am unseated & under the influence of forces that seek to slowly overwhelm & undermine.
The music remains unlistened - unloved by the lover in me.
Uneasy. I feel.
Unable to understand my inability to move beyond this point. It is unforeseen, an unknown.
Unknowable. I see now.
Unmoveable. I remain.
Unforgivable. I acknowledge.
Unacceptable. I realise.
Unsustainable. I agree.
Unlovable. I become.
I need to unlearn all that I have learned and challenge all that goes unchallenged.
I cannot be unaffected by my attack on this: my current status quo. I acknowledge I will not remain unchanged.
Unchained from my uncertainty, I will move forward undeterred but not undetected.
It will be at this point, I fully understand, that I will be unable to hide in the undergrowth of uniform conformity. I will, no more & no longer, conform to this uniformity.
Unwilling to remain unmoved I take this stand.
I will undo my unaction by undertaking to do, unafraid of my potential for unfortunate failure because I am driven once more.