Stuck in the cogwheel
That’s forgotten to spin.
“Without” a life,
That’s why I’m upset.

Everyone just whooshes past.
I’m filled with dread
About the time that’s flying by

The minutes and hours
The days and weeks
That are lost to me
While I am just…here, waiting.

Waiting for what?
That’s the strangest thing.

But I tremble 
At the possibilities…
I tremble, lest my desires
Bring forth a deluge.

And why should I fear?
For desires never harmed anyone,
Ever. Only actions do.

And actions are as alien to me
As is now life itself.