Hibernation

Sometimes we allow ourselves
To go into a dormant state
Where we just seem to exist
With very little of the flavor
That we call life.
There is nothing
That really motivates us,
Nothing to get excited about,
No sense of passion
In anything we do.
It’s like we are
Going through the motions
In animated sleep,
Unconscious to
Any of the beauty of life,
Adrift in the sea of things
And not really caring
One way or another
How things turn out.
Such a state of hibernation
Might even be considered blissful
If we didn’t possess
An innate sense
That there was more to life
Than what we are experiencing.
Our minds rebel
Against the thought
Of living in such
A vegetative state,
And torment us
Until we decide to
Start having a life.