My Abeyant Thoughts

I walk along a single thread,
An invisible strand,
Tangled.

The strand of my being.

Time seems at abundance,
A wait for me,
Perpetual.

The ambiguity staring on at me.

I try to balance myself,
On my toes,
Poised.

The ultimate ease of polish.

Penetrating gazes, into me,
I try to focus,
Impervious.

The detachment shining on at them.

Voices sing out aloud at me,
I shut myself off,
Insensate.

The inevitable, yet seemed so nebulous.

Waiting for the murky waters to clear,
I stay on the strand,
Quiescent.

Just wishing for no breeze, to hurl me, off my stand.