Directionless Dichotomies

A short poem concerning thoughts on life.

I am a directionless dichotomy.
Here, there, existential.
Thoughts yet no actions.
Work yet no profit.
Motivated yet unbecoming.

Time ephemeral...gone.

This world is a virus.
The strain hardy and incurable.
We fight and lose every day.

At the precipice I stand and ponder eternally.