Afternoon Musing

Somewhere along the line
I stopped moving.
I stood immobile
while
the world moved
onward, backward
mostly in circles...

Standing statue-like
on a moving aisle
I experienced
stagnation
flowing in thick rivulets
engulfing everything
I valued
love, liberty, peace

Its quiet,
if you could decipher the hum-drum
a thousand languages breathe
only pause
silence... between words
thrown as gunshots.

The quest is no more
about any destination
or road, or means...
it is no more about discovery
of any kind...
its not hidden
that I seek...
Just the courage
to claim as my own,
the inertia that encircles me
and,
to be free.