Lying motionless,
cold and emotionless.
Stirring without movement,
thinking without thought,
languishing alone,
forgetting what I initially sought.

Watching the hands,
of that motionless clock.
Mindful of each tick,
mindless of the next step.

Trapped in a cage,
defined by bars,
of unaccomplished,
achievement.

Waking the next day,
to face it again,
only to lay motionless,
in my emotionless,
vapid way.

Apathy,
my strongest strength,
and my greatest fear.