A washed-out vision,
Puzzled into shades of neutral,
We live in gray world,
Unmoored from the distraction of vibrant colors,
Captivated by the texture.
The past, nonexistent,
The future, unmoored from reality and irreality,
What will be, will be right now extending into the present,
Forever trapped in the concept of nothingness,
Ascending into a good day,
Descending into the good night.
A restless creative mind, scatterbrained with curiosity and ruminating fecundity.
Where to look? What to see? Which to internalize and reinvent?
The window’s aperture compels focus, into an adventure that forces you to look outside your own existence.
Anticipating the wait,
Waiting for the anticipation.
What is anticipation without the wait?
It is all a matter of timing, in sum.
The waiting keeps us on tenterhooks.
So why the rush…to nowhere?
At the corner,
At least trying to,
Generation thumbs pecking at the phone,
A passing bus emits CO2 into the air,
We breathe in street dust,
Overtaken by wafting the delivery man’s pizza,
Staring at the other side,
Eavesdropping on each other’s chatter,
The newcomers give the placebo button another pinch,
A living signal turns white,
Twenty seconds to cross,
The clock ticks,
We all go together,
Dog trotting to safety,
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