When you hesitate
the mind wanders;
it fails and falls and revolves
around pointless thought,
and you wonder why you feel
empty and desperate.
The mind abdicates.
The moment passes
and you’re left pondering
where it all went, how you
tripped and fell and lost
consciousness, how time slipped away like
romance in the bright light of day,
like a thief in the dead of night,
a day and night you took for granted,
going about your business
in the grip of conceit,
in the shadow of deceit,
wrapped up in the decay of a
life well and properly lived out, you poor,
wretched, self-deluded beast.
The mind fails when you
seize up and hesitate, roaring for show,
all delicate inside, desiccated, worn out,
foregoing tomorrow’s sunrise
for the roaming sirens of today.