I don’t idle well
As my body is forced to stop
my brain becomes a tornado of thoughts
wiping out my village of a peaceful moment
edging on my body to run into the safety of
busyness that I curse while wishing for peace
I don’t idle well
Am I waiting for everything
or maybe it is nothing
or a fraction of something
that fraction, that piece of something that becomes
a strange appendage making life lopsided
and peaceful busyness harder to grasp?
The storm in my mind carries me through
horrors of everything and nothing and
the damned lopsided possible appendages
I don’t idle well
No comments:
Post a Comment