Oh blah dee

I've been feeling blah for a bit
Dunno if it's a seasonal hit
I don't know what to do
I'm hating and hating what I do
And sometimes what I do not
I live without a single thought
Bored out of my wits and without a song
I'm usually blah, March to May
but never this far in the year or day
I seem to have copped out sold out shipped out
everything but made out
with my potential, sense of destiny
and now I'm down on bended knee
not proposing but waiting for decapitation
a release, onanism anything for a fraction
of purpose of blahlessness