He is a pacer,
Someone who thinks
While he paces,
Or at least
He thinks he's
Thinking when
He paces the floor.
At any rate,
He habitually
Circles round
And round
Inside his room
Wearing a circle
In the carpet,
While absentmindedly
Meandering
The fertile pathways
Of his mind.
He could be
Contemplating
All the things
He has to do,
Trying to prioritize
His activities,
Or he might be cogitating
Over a past moment,
Considering all the things
He could have,
Or should have done,
Instead of what he did.
More than likely though
His mind is
Somewhere else altogether,
Drifting off
In a fantasy world
Far from the confines
Of his room
Or the life he lives.
All he knows
Is that the clock
On the wall
Seems to leap
Forward sporadically,
And he can't account
For where any of
The time spent has gone.
Monday, July 26, 2010
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