Sometimes,
I just sit still waiting,
Not knowing what I wait for,
Not knowing why I wait for what I do,
There is a spin to life that switches
Reality to what we want,
Above the steady flow of what we need.
Many a times,
I myself rotate in my routine,
That seems to be laid upon what I need,
Below the turbulence of what I want.
I sit between the both,
In action inaction,
Suffering my own Moments of Inertia.