He waits

He sits and waits.. for what? who knows.
Nothing at all probably, he just hesitates and procrastinates purposely.
Maybe he thinks it's all pointless but
 he doesn't even have a plan,
no ideas no experience he knows nothing about nothing, ultimately he's clueless and unaware,
feels a little useless and reluctant to care
 always makes excuses but doesn't dare drift away from the comfort of cycles,
cycles of confusion
cycles of seclusion
cycles of consciousness alteration.
No desire to reach a certain destination
only a longing to leave behind routines and societal structures, to abandon the boundaries placed between all the people, all the minds so misdirected including mine,
disconnected and delirious
and why always so serious?
It's all so mysterious still
always will be.