Endless lethargy as seconds ceaselessly passed...
Moments of glory remain like yesterdays story...
What is left, cannot be said...
Yet no curiosity outlives the passing instance...
Dark curtains swayed, cloaking the grime of stagnation...
No tale to tell...
Just an empty smile, veiling the treacherous withdrawal...
Directions lost, one cannot tell, but the lapse of receptivity itself seems futile...
All for sure there is nothing more to tell... it just stopped...
