Haiku about Opportunity

I wanted to know
If it could amount to much
But I lack the will

I’m not very good
At very many things but
I got this poem

So I live stanza
by stanza, Just another day
Words to keep me sane

Since nothing changes
Nothing is holding me back
But me, stanza by stanza

And did I mention
Even Obama did coke
Though I prefer weed

But am willing to
Give it another try since
He is Precedence

He is president-
Enough about politics
This is about me

Me and that same loop;
Wake up; fear; work; poems; sleep
Don’t forget to eat

And somewhere in there
Let’s see if we can find love
Clenched in lonely fists

Clenched tight to the chest
Like the heat of a fine wine
Which I can’t afford

Since all I got are
These empathically received dreams
Of friends dead and limp

It creates in me
Another stanza, priceless
Another heartache

It must be Wednesday
It’s hard to tell anymore
The calendar lies

It only reflects
Numbers. I am a poet;
I am better with words

But am not better
With very much else, unless
You count the drinking

Because it adds up
A coping mechanism
Much like this poem

Which may never be
read aloud, or read at all
skimmed through at best

but it won’t matter;
Wake up; fear; work; poems; sleep
Don’t forget to breathe

All my days, alone
Living stanza by stanza
Words to keep me sane