Curled up, the inexplicable curvature for the world to fathom
Maybe praying in solitude and trying to embrace the indecipherable silence
No scruples turning away from the moments that wish to hasten
Libellers cry hoarse, ‘the insignificant lethargic one sits there idle’
Is it amoral to remain silent amidst the accusations?
Or, allow the silence around to absorb the cacophony into oblivion
Laziness is ridiculed, but the cosmic world respects silent moments