Thank you, Ben. You've captured the very essence of my existence right now. Although, I'd never say I was "jaded" but the poem is DEFINITELY how I've been. And not for any knowable reason. I think the weather over here. I mean, how often can you use the word "grey" in a poem before you start feeling like Sylvia Plath?
I bought a Sylvia Plath book last weekend ;)
You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!