a listlessness
a serenity
not needing to do anything
feeling pretty good
not drinking
not eating
nothing
hardwired lives, running the distance of roads
while I stare at a blank ceiling
I’m preparing
for what others have to do
their shuffle and stress
until the music stops
crossing out lists
until they’re crossed out, themselves
if you wake up in the morning
without a purpose
you can busy yourself with the day
or you can ask it…
Why?
And if it doesn’t answer back
don’t do anything
don’t listen to the mob that tells you
you need to
that’s a recipe for meaninglessness
Survival counts
and responsibility too
but if these are taken care of
don’t force it
let it speak to you
if it remains silent
you remain silent
like friends that won’t talk to each other
this game of chicken must be played
and never be the first to flinch.