--so far--
unmotivated,
uncreative,
uninvited,
unmoved by all the turbulence,
untouched by your hand,
unwashed from the grime of the mind,
unshaken by the events of the day,
unglued by my own inadequacies,
unstoppable at certain moments in time and space,
unchecked are the urges which pull down my senses,
untoward is your impression of my agility,
unbecoming a lady such as one of my stature they lecture me fruitlessly,
unsteady my hand as it reaches for the chocolate pudding cake with the sickly sweet white frosting,
ungainly the sight of my eyes staring at the emptiness of the softly flickering screen,
unhinged is the mind as it spins, spins, spins, spins spins spins