{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 3}
Who could know what you do in your spare time?
Do you dance with angels?
With devils?
Are you searching for affection
or, faced
s d r a w k c a b,
just direction?
These moments, these times,
do you find to be sublime
or do you simply lie
in everlasting wait
for this lifetime to abate
its slings and arrows?
Perpetual love,
perpetual sleep,
perpetual hate,
perpetual peace.
With which endless path
do you hold your allegiance?
Or do you rather sit in indifference
as moments pass, silence
as your reaction to nascent
cataclysms or confused parlance?
I won't take the time
to guess;
I'll only be half-right
at best.