My mind remains idle.
Knowing fully well
an idle man’s brain
is a devil’s workshop,
I gaze at nothing,
chuckle, gesticulate
at everything,
Nothing is infinity
screams my inactive mind.
The pendulum oscillates
with a tick, I am unmoved
stare at the brick. Eternity
is fascinating quips
my heart.
With the book in hand
I relax in my couch,
The book mark, a laced
pretty one with quotes
remains on the same
page for days, in
Page 25. Stuck like me
aimless.
With nothing to do
I am at all places,
spilling, spreading,
reading, writing,
talking, all done. with\
least interest.
Nestling close to a concept,
I do not know what it is?
Clinging to it, I move on
without realizing what
it could be? Mystical anyway,
enough to sustain me, an
instinct to survive.
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