a poem about my life at the moment (and no it doesn't rhyme as i'm too lazy and tired to try to rhyme)

so much to be done
that can't be done yet
a stressed little monster in my chest
gnawing

trying to ignore it
and go about my life
but oh, what life?
i have no life anymore

the sun is shining
and it's warm outside
i don't go outside
anymore.

i know i should.

i want to graduate
and move on
i want a dishwasher
and a homewasher
i want to be able to run

i dreamt i couldn't walk anymore
because of my knee
so i had to ride on a large dog
somehow, it was my seeing eye dog
because losing my ability to walk naturally meant
i was blind as well
but still, somehow i must have been able to see
because we went to see a movie
in somebodys ultra-modern home.
and then the room (it was a kitchen)
flied away, down the street
and i realized that the people who lived there
were aliens.
but they were kind aliens.

i watch tv-shows in the morning
to try to forget that i don't have a life anymore
by watching other people's constructed lives
i can play along
i'm waiting for the summer to begin
waiting
without actually having the time to wait
and still somehow i find the time
to watch tv-shows