A Stupid Thought

I want to say something,
but I don't have the right.
I want to change something,
but I don't want to fight.
These words are dumb,
unless they result in action.
My mind is quite numb
during social interaction.
So far my cause is lost,
for the goal I seek is hidden.
My wandering is the cost
of this half-assed living.
I wish I could stop
listening to this thought.
As farmers always harvest their crop,
my self worth I will have always fought.