Idle

A motor running,

no purpose, no drive.

Sitting without use,

Pondering the point of life.

Waiting for direction,

waiting to strive.

Encountering nothing,

but hardship and strife.

Where will it go,

when the time arrives?

Anxious thoughts buzzing

Around like bees in a hive.

Desiring ideas, of hope,

But empty, nothing to contrive.

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