Motivation (a poem)

waxing and mostly
waning motivation
excess?
moderation?
or, dare i say it?
abstinence?
constant chaos
possessing philosophical profundity
but resilient real-world regrets
tracking every transgression
encouraging further self-loathing
myopic mania
mixed with multiple medications
as the prescription for
a perpetually problematic psyche
is,
finally,
fruitless