Maniacs In The Meantime Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Tonight I feel fit enough to ask a few questions
They've always insulted you by describing you as having a lot to say
That's okay - we will not budge, we are maniacs in mirror laden otiosity

I'm alive and prejudiced against being alive
There is no longer the demand of goals
Only a pillow fight that lasts for hours
No thought of doing anything else

On point with her magic, we've managed to postpone anxiety
I feel fit enough to cross the street

Hardly ever reflect on when we crashed a wedding pretending to know either the bride or the groom in order to get free food and alcohol because we couldn't afford them
Now we have full bellies but still possessed of mania that does not subside in the face of sheltered stasis

Remembering the sun walked thoroughfares we casually avoided
That was when we took the disquiet out with us to show people like a new exercise enhanced physique
I wish I spent as much time worrying about the first half of my life as I now spend worrying about the second half