Untitled Roams

Careful not to disturb this friendly pace
Everything flows through me
This mishapen vessel recoils
Regarding liberation as foil
Embroiled in the passes of the masses
Tricking the gangster of stasis
Asking where this place is
Remaining there for no good mission
Devoid of the necessary derision
Lethargy is lacking to make its admission
Frozen without a care
Going on with it
Staying there
In some mollified trance of a stare
Regurgitating emotions
Throwing caution a guarded glance
Taking a stance before the window of creativity
Refusing to touch the divine
Disregarding the simple fact
That all it takes is waking up and doing that