Stupid Man, a Haiku

Spring meloncholy
exhausted by my desires
I will make some tea

depleted

My emotional reservoir is drained. I can see the landmarks of my emotions, my love over here, my passion over there. Heck, even the substantial and prickly shoals of my obsessions and insecurities.

But I no longer have the energy to keep them replete with water.

I no longer have the energy to focus on that which is right in front of me, my sword, my house, my book, my job, my wife.

That's enough I think. All of the other stuff is there, but its in stasis. The drive to go beyond this banal life.

Am I maturing? or giving up?