Stagnant

“In the hustle and bustle,
I constantly digress,
It’s my usual mess
To go back to zero,
In the shade,
Next to a caterpillar.

Feeling just as little,
I observe the tides
Switching with the season;
The sign of the times –
We’ve all been witnesses.

The world moves on
But I feel stagnant
Like a frozen winter lake,
Like the dead sea my tears make,
Like a bed of fallen leaves
Dried by the summer’s heat.

My mind goes back and forth,
My heart screams for whatever’s worth,
So I keep my endless words
Spinning their thread from
The ball of wool I call my thoughts.”

Ana.