Day 9
06.03.2014
Topic: Nothing

The clockwork
Grinds
Through fresh air
No resistance
Its joints has been kissed with oil for years
To run smoothly
Through the ignorance and apathy

Nothing

Never thought moving through air
Could be such a struggle
But doing it again and again
One cycle
Two cycles
Darkness
Light
Shift
Smooth 
Rough

Hard

When the resistance equals nothing

Therefore no existence of equality

The clockwork grinds
Tired, but can’t stop
At least the freshness from the air
Is something to grasp for
If only that was enough

So tired of doing nothing

With nothing

But the clockwork refuse to stop