reason for change... anybody?

When nothing works why do we bother?
Look at me in my underwear with a dying pen
Pointlessly we both exist
The pen at least with a purpose
Alone as always I possess a solemn look
Resolute that life is a failing institute
I always ramble
Hard to find something worthy of thought
I feel worthless
Handouts anyone and I don’t want change
Just a few reasons
Almost the A.M. and I’m still ticking
Language is too much a barrier
I can’t even spell the words
I love
Just like every word I write
Nothing I possess do I truly own
Accept my babblings and my breath