I look cool, calm, and collected,
and I seem supremely unaffected,
but you’d be sadly misdirected,
‘cause I’m actually a mess.
I’ve got everything I’ve wanted,
but I’m taking it for granted,
and I’m slacking off, undaunted
by the future that’s in store.
But in the end, it’s a disaster,
and I’m going downhill faster,
feeling like I’m not my master;
I can’t change my course alone.
Do I really care?
Is it showing?