Sitting idle
In front of the chattering fan
With so much in mind
And nothing at hand
While there is much to do -
Mountains to climb,
Forests to traverse,
Rivers to cross;
And yet - no strength to actually gather
No heart to amuse
No mind to alight.
Trying to take a step ahead
But retreat backwards
Trying to start a task
Yet halt before it's begun
Nothing seems to make sense
Thoughts reeling in circles
Brain - a kaleidoscope of empty feelings
So i decide to take a break
Realizing that i am already in one
Lest i don't break
Acknowledging -
soon
The fog will lift
The tears will stop
The fears backtrack
Strange - as everything seems now
Will demystify itself
And will make sense
again - of this gibberish
For darkness dooms
So light can dawn
Troubles hover
To make way for delight
And fidget
Disappears into the calm.
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