Listless,
Waiting for things to come,
invoking happy thoughts, know not where from
To mute the constant hum
of being listless
Aimless,
Adrift in strange waters sans a rudder
What’s to come, I consider, I shudder
Am I accustomed to lose or just getting better
at being listless
Sightless,
In bleak fog and a darker night
No measure of start or end without light
Why is there no more fright
of being listless
Formless,
I float on an invisible sea
Having the prevision that I will be free
Of sightless travel and this aimless spree
of being listless
Hope,
When turning a corner I will see
the train with the prize heading towards me
when I will rise unlike a languid breeze
But like a raging storm that washes away how it feels,
to be listless!
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