Yes, this is depression.
If there is no hope of a happy life
nothing to look forward to
no change
the same life day in, day out
how can it not be depressing?

Is it my brain that restricts my life to this boring sameness
or is it my boring life that saddens my brain?

I am the actor
who smiles and smiles.
I have the answer everyone wants to hear.

No answer for me, though.
Only sameness every minute.
This minute here
just like a minute ago, like a minute from now.

Like tomorrow and yesterday
and next year.
This is my answer -- run away.

Oh no. How foolish.
Foolish old thing.
Where do I go?

They said I had wanderlust
a long time ago.
I know now that isn't a bad thing.
I wish I was still wandering.