What aid left unoffered because none asked?
Why be withdrawn on my quiet hands to sit?
Is my ego idly in the past basked?
How to continue on an aimless path,
Carried by inertia down the same rut.
Without care in the sum, why do the math?
Why do I roam nowhere with a proud strut?
Why get angry if non-goals are not reached?
Why care no obstacles block the nothing
Around the wet sand in which I am beached
With no best prospects at me nudging?
Can I call on my old pal Apathy
To cushion me against ill effects to come
From this uncertain idiopathy
Before, resigned to it, I succumb?
Or should I lie back with job complete,
Done what I might do in the bygone past,
Now a memory unable to compete
As the future without me is recast?
How to linger on as only a piece
Of what once I conceived myself to be.
Find those parts I am ready to release
To Nostalgia's stream to flow away free.
Free from worry and from daily impact,
Unclutter and unanchor my taxed mind.
No comparisons lost when not backtracked --
The future from fresh material bind.
In forgetfulness, we will now proceed
And take amnesic joy in what we do.
With unwitting effort, we repeat a deed
As progress made in our truncated view.
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