Lifeless Words…?

What does sprout from boredom?

The aspiration to get better?

A wish to run away?

The want to go back to sleep?

To do something you know you can’t?

 

What does sprout from minutes monotone?

When loneliness is like a wall

Fifty feet tall?

Something you can’t break

Unless you get up and do something about it

Senseless, stupid, vulgar, vain

Sitting and musing, but not really thinking

No consequences, no results, no achievements

Just white contemplation of wastage

And timeless, nonexistent ethics

That circles the head like a halo.

What does sprout from unwanted moments?

A realization that life is one?

And a third of it is already gone?

When the answers are ambushed

The feeling gets stronger

And stronger. And stronger.

The want to get up

The want to do something

The want to think

To realize

Blinks and wavers and flickers

Till time has ticked and is chiming

In your ear and you no longer want to

Keep your eyes open.