A poem I found buried in my blog somewhere from a few months ago, start of the yearish:

Sitting here

With time to kill
a restless heart, a bored mind
wondering should I
look away, or look inside

When the time comes
to make important choices
I shun the moment
instead hearing voices

I never know
which way to go
instead I show
that I can't go

Over the edge
the edge of decision
life's so dull
I need some precision

I need to condition this brain
to stop me from going insane
I need to get rid of the pain
defeat this silent mental drain