Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Idle

Every second seems like an hour,
As i sit idle;

Building hopes to despair,
Like drawing lines in water;
I feel restless.

Pledging to endeavour,
Like pouring ink on blotting paper;
I feel worthless.

The entire day
I sit idle,
Savoring the pipe-dreams;
And hope to rekindle,
The long lost fire within.

I sit idle;
Battling the mental scandal.

posted by sundae @ 10:37 PM Comments: 1