Am I tripping or am I oppressed?

Are my desperations the ephemeral result of a missed cup of coffee or are they the bedrock conclusion following a hollow narrative?

Are my motivations arrested by the contents of my schedule or stifled by its arrangement?

What am I missing and where should I be looking for it?

Am I a coward? Or an idiot? Or am I just temporarily tired?

Am I investing? Or am I squandering, supported by superficial status-quo canon?

Am I cranky or am I lucid?