waiting for the curtains

                
                     
                                  to slowly descend

there's no applause, this show has no end

my mind's in a muddle, the hours are long

my present's a puzzle though nothing's wrong

shuffle my time like a pack of playcards

pick on what I do on a whim and a song

meandering, wandering, wondering I move along

I don't know where I should be but I'll soon be gone

hand on the clock edges northwards getting near

my mind is out somehwere else but I'm still here

it's jumbled but it's still thinking

and nothing seems to be moving...