Musings

Eyes focused, unwavering
Not a blink
On the figure ahead
In the antics they sink
Fathoming, unassuming
From far they seem to think
Oscillating as a pendulum
The rhythm sets in
A few creases on the temple
On the palm rests the chin
A Penseur’s face
And a mild grin
Words flow by
In a whirlpool drown me inside
Hands move time
My thoughts wander miles
White pages, blue ink
A contemporary art style
A corner yells, another whispers
I continue immune
In my deep slumber
Nothing but it awakens
The evil called attendance!!!