Idle time,
no motion, no passion
no crying, no panting.
Nothing to wait for,
the road is just a mirage
hope is but a miracle.
Wandering round in circles
absent minded
empty headed.
A zombie keeping the pace,
death reaches you
when purpose leaves
and there’s no place or time.
Soledad Lorena
Idle point
November 22nd 2012
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