Floating
Coasting
Lackadaisical

Resting lazily in this gutter
With the rest of the trash
Tossed here by their
Unobservant owners

Lost, never to be found
For there is no longer
A need for this hollow wrap
With nothing but a faint smell
Of what it once held

He sits here, with no will
To ripple the calm waters
Though now its not much more
Than a puddle under foot
(And they stomp at a whim)

And yet he waits
Sitting calmly on the outside
While the rage builds inside
Held back by a dam built from his love
For he has no use for it
As of late

And he can't show it
Because that would breed change
And the next step of evolution
Can only bring more pain
Only mixed by this spoon forged from angst

So he waits, lost in thought
Thoughts of nothing more
Than thinking of life
A life of which he has no part
No opinion to be had

And no thoughts to be shared