Words From the Fragile Spire

Some Stupid Ramblings

While sitting, staring blankly through the glass,

your eyes become unsteady and relaxed.

You misplace focus out of sight and mind

to lose yourself and stay there for a while.

Your head begins to fill with sudden weight

and, in release, you jerk yourself awake.

You felt the clock had spun an hour then,

but you could count the seconds on both hands.

Now you recall the subject of your spell:

nothing – all things outside yourself;

the people, cars and weather passing by.

A rainy day's your home for wasting time.

Perhaps the rain's the handler of your strings.

The loathing and the doubt apply within–

Your eye is caught by something in a rush,

but now it's travelled back to where it was.

Remaining still beside a moving world

means hopes fade too apace to lean upon.

To care about each person, car and drop,

means never once detaching from your spot.

But, hell, you wouldn't want to anyway.