Y - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

while I lack the creativity to talk with some coherency
I occasionally write some verses that dabble in monotony
I have an annoying tendency to ignore my own insanity
but excel at talking glibly about my suicidal imagery
I'm feeling rather panicky about my fleeting sense of empathy
my brain is battling entropy because of its eroding density
I dislike incivility or the underlying bigotry
that generates hostility to any overall humanity
I've been sleeping so erratically that I find I'm acting illogically
i'm lacking in sagacity to overcome my stupidity
I want to bask in anonymity and revel in tranquility
but i'm hoping for simplicity and cherish transcendently