Twiddling Thumbs

The seconds tick away on the wall clock
As each breath is breathed in a cell
Comfortable yet aware
Aware of everything
Without a scare

Twiddling thumbs only brings frustration
Speaking truths but in an empty forest of furniture
Hypersensitive and alert, unfit for relaxation
Twiddling the thumbs really is the only cure

It's hopeless;
Empty and meaningless if nothing
Angry and saddened if functioning