No writing.

Just breezes of fantasy, where 

I’m not pushed

or pulled.  Just walking, enjoying what wind

chooses to speak to me.

I have nothing today, not in the mood for words

forced,

Or scripts.  Not at all.

All at not.  In a knot,

tied tight, too–

People walk around me, their day

off

but not mine.  Not this time, or

others.