Idleness??
Idleness creeps in. The ability to quit anything and everything has been achieved. The Inactive brain rusts and nothing seems worthwhile. Satisfaction is derived from small things and then the question is questioned, is this what it is all about? The reflection is scary to see, it shows the de-generated form. Even the memory of the complete has faded. What now?? The Question is asked! again! The answer,again, is nothing but a Blank Face!!
I wait until tonight, and then I wait for tomorrow. My whole life runs through, waiting for the unknown!!