poem: more important things 4:21

i feel hollowed out
i don't know
if
when i sleep everything will
fill back up

i don't know

and i found this hard to write
i still haven't gotten
any money from unemployment
state or federal
and now
they're fixin to open it back up
which
is crazy

there are things more important
they say
than living
like being a wage slave i guess

i have faith
that this is all gonna be ok
somehow

cause that's the word on spirit street
and they haven't steered me wrong yet
but
i can't say i'm not worried
or that i want to go back out

i mean
i can't focus
and i'm not being what i'd call productive
but i do feel like i'm moving forward
into the light, as it were
and i want to see where this soul development goes

i know this isn't a good poem
there are more important things than good poems
there's life, there really is
and i want to grow in the light of the newness

but
i would like to get some checks
before they decide i don't get any more checks
and
i'd like to figure it all out
learn to be happy
and make money
all without going into the plague-sphere

that's not too much to ask, is it