Poetry and Wandering

Today I haven't done much and I'm not lying when I say I honestly don't care. I sort of have realised that there's a lot to be learnt and so little time! I went to a bookstore today and I'm currently interested in Ayn Rand's writing because she has a way of mixing philosophy into her fiction. I just read Anthem by her and it reminds in some ways of Orwell's 1984 which is one of my favourite books. And then I got to thinking about the novel I'm currently writing which has to outdo my last book and must make sense and I want to hold it all together in a logical way. I've been writing a lot of poetry but I'm unsure about some of it. Some is really good, others are almost like reflections and I'm feeling rather sad at the moment because life is a tad claustrophobic but I'm hoping this will just pass. I think I'm feeling isolated. I said that comment especially for Anika because she's not the only one feeling the way she feels. I've got many things to do but I hardly feel like doing any of them and the weather just encourages me to do nothing because it's so cool and grey and I love weather like this because I can just sit around and do nothing at all. I wrote these ten lines yesterday and I titled them 'Innate.' I'm not sure if I'd consider them a poem but oh well, life goes on...

Innate...

Humans are preoccupied with themselves.
It's an age old habit of ours.
Time, though wearing, will never break it,
and we can contemplate the stars and sun,
musing how they're lustrous, blooming pearls,
but we only care for them
as long as they matter to us.
Call me a pessimist, call me cynical,
I only make a claim to the truth,
because ultimately, only it gives me hope...

I'm wondering, has anyone read the Iliad? I just started it and it's rather cool...

Yoomi