the idle mind
eats away at itself,
it begs for challenges
to chew upon -
it wants work,
it needs a puzzle,
anything to solve -
we destroy ourselves
with blank stares
into empty screens,
what do we retain,
an empty void
of lost time;
is life not
so precious a gift
that we might endeavor
to treat it with more care
before it is too late,
when all that is left to us
is to lament time's
empty passing
and the erosion
of our minds
