What Means Anything Anymore Anyway?

I pump out these
"words"
all the time words but
they're hardly memorable,
just these moments,
points in time that point to my
current mood or
frame of mind.

If an eye could catch what
I brazenly produce here
I doubt they would even
comprehend it.

Am I so eager to set the world on fire?
Does it have to burn like I did,
as I flew home in shame
from what really just amounts to an unfortunate
disappointment?

At what point does one
simply come alive and
give it an honest try
out in the old
wild
blue?

I have to go to work now.
THAT is what is real.
THAT is the current reality of things.
Days in.
Days out.
Making the best of
an arbitrary
situation.

How about something to make it go down more smoothly?