I appeal to the Muse

How can I write a poem
When nothing happens to write about
Every day is the same
Apart from minor changes
You should go out more they say
I know but I can’t be bothered
I have this terible inertia
But It is not depression
It is a long time between meals
So I cook ,sometimes it is good
Sometimes it is so bad
a total waste.

So every day is different
If you make it so
Remember it is not real
Nothing which is changing can be real
in the absolute sense
So carry on my friends
This is not your natural home
You volunteered when you entered
the labyrinthine maze
There are many wrong turns
After a while you will look over the top
and see the goal
Taking freewill was always an option
How many million years ago?