Indolent

 
                 Between
intention                     and action
the list                         and the living
the plan                      and the execution

there lies a gaping abyss
where ambition goes to die.
All inclination to move
is lost.
No matter how important the goal,
brain chemistry fails
to arouse any passion.
Languishing in the sheer futility
of ever arriving, I can’t muster motivation
to even start the journey.

It is intellectual
impotence,
Stuck in a void
of hopeless abstraction
staring at the wall,
until deadlines
come nipping at heels
and adrenaline flips the switch
from dreaming to doing.