INERTNESS

You look around standing dazed,

Wondering if submerged in the haze

Exists a path waiting to be found.

Illusions have drenched away the soul,

Then why something within still feels cold?

Devoid of inspiration my spirit wanders

Glued to strayness.

Movement distracts me now

And Stillness no longer seems sure.

Lost into nothingness of time,

I try to gather what was the last thing

That did fascinate my mind.

I weave a dream to liquidate the time

Losing the frozen moments is what I have determined.

Neither any desire to excel

Nor an inspiration to win,

Out of momentum wondering if I’m filled to the brim?

Noises disguised as voices

Look I’m hearing I mostly pretend.

The thought process confined

The obscured boundaries surrounding my mind.

Is protection preservation?

All I end up hearing is the echo of my own screams

Substituting the long lost jingle

Which when young I was used to hearing as my lullaby.

Ghosts of Monotonous tones of reverberation of the precedent laugh squeals

Too long had I spend hearing this crass cacophony as symphony,

That I have forgotten the melody of the chime.

Persistent state of dullness exists

My futile attempts to domesticate my own mind.

I wonder if inertness has forms or kinds,

Circumnavigating without a compass

I’m on my voyage

To hunt for the one

That fits the blank patches in my timeline.