some days there are
that make you feel time’s standing still
no matter what you do
it somehow in the end is inconclusive
leaves you bereft of any sense
of celebrating an achievement
you find yourself in eerie limbo
work without progress for infinity
a prospect rather dreary for your soul
tempting you sorely to do nothing
succumb to a paralysis
caused by external unknown forces
demons, aliens, devils, hostile spirits
dysfunctional governments or gods
& cetera
on which you happily can blame
your inactivity
but be aware
life does not care why you do nothing
it simply steamrolls you
if you are in the way
you better keep on swimming