Borrowed Time

I was feeling nostalgic for the days
when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.
I remember the feeling of the museless existence.
Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something
that I knew wasn't coming.
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time.
I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when
I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface.
I was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts
dripped on to my head from the ceiling.
I remember the feeling of the museless existence.
Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something
that I knew wasn't coming.
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time.