The Boring Title of a Nothing Thought
What are my frozen states of contemplation
Perhaps nothing different than others
Who scroll social media endlessly
Should I look for wisdom
I could analyse the sound bites of friends
Who 'need' to stay busy for their sanity
Contrasted with that idea
My percolated thinking modes
Aren't something I run from
More a regular call of 'what is this life'
Into a cave I've assigned wisdom to
But in fact just echoes back at me
I'd love to be sorting my thoughts, applying logic and cataloguing
But I'm milling around, kicking at boxes, peeping inside and moving on
I'm not frozen, I'm just made up of energy and rest, like everyone else
I just feel like I contain a tidal wave of thoughts
Locked up and unacknowledged
But how can I think about that
I'm not going to chisel away at it for a poem
Behind that barricade might just be an empty space
All the extra storage space I need
But I'll keep the walls in place
Soundproofed, insulated making a mockery of an echo
For surely soundproofing should absorb sound
Perhaps it's an empty space after all
And I have nothing to fear
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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