Seems I’m spending my life; just waiting;
nothing at all, is going on;
spinning my wheels, pontificating;
all night, till break of dawn.
My words no longer carry much weight;
though my body certainly does;
no more do I take part in debate;
my words, no longer bring pause.
Walking; with no particular destination;
shopping, with nothing to buy;
walking’s, my form of procrastination;
success, requires that I try.
And so, I continue on down life’s road;
tho it seems I’ve lost sense of purpose;
trying my best, to carry life’s load;
my consciousness; barely above surface.
Infinite knowledge is within our grasp;
with truths, too wondrous to know;
wisps of perfection elude my clasp;
and beyond my awareness, they go.
I’m a mist, a fog, in the morning air;
particles of reality drifting apart;
dissipating; and going everywhere;
the morning sun melted my heart.
I pondered over the changes, these many years;
thinking, “When did it all begin?”
Climbing life’s mountains of sadness and tears;
Now; an observer; outside, looking in.