The Hamlet Project

Hemmed in by futility
Penned up by the trying and the trying and failing
Over and over.
One note, played in a long drone
Or repeated in metronomic rhythm.
It is this evening out of highs and lows of life
That concerns me most.
Wailing with grief or screaming in ecstasy –
That’s all good
But life flat-lined?
When all sense of purpose is negated
When all agency feels stifled
One long note
Could drive a person crazy.