Shuttered

I thought I knew what I was going to do, but life had different plans. A thousand things upon the desk but to the window I wander, to blankly stare at the nothing there and wonder at the sight. The sun may shine, but the deserted streets speak of the goings on - and on I must go to turn my eyes away and my mind to the tasks at hand. Yet bland the taste in my mouth and dull the look in my eye. Nothing to do other than march forth and jump in with hands and feet. And to the street behind glass and to stop the creep of thought, I must accept it gone and turn the blind and a blind eye to distraction.

Taraz
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