Sitting idle
Having nothing to do.
The life the bedlam
Urgency for solitude.
The thoughts in mayhem
Random is the world.
Priorities talking the backseat
The nostalgic backdrop.
The incessant memories
Souvenir of numbness.
Abruptness in the flow
The ebbing of flamboyance
The forlorn fervency.
Games all the same
Only the winner remains.
The lost battles
No zeal to conquer.
The portrait to the left
Smiling at me😊.
For it has a tiger in it
Sitting idly.
The residents of the amazed jungle
Still fear him.
For none can fathom
What he has up his sleeves.
Because the tiger is a master piece
The ever so intriguing.
And the portrait knows me😉.
So I love idle
A genius of unfathomed
And a Raymond of perfection!!
