Poem- And then, more.

I like to sit and do nothing.
I Stare at the walls.
Or, close my eyes and stare
at an image I don’t know,
given to me by something
I don’t understand,
mixed with emotions
that aren’t mine.
Sometimes I open my
eyes to see the same walls
that have always been there.
But then, I close my eyes again.

-M. Taggart