Through the day’s rolling waves
I remain
Clung to stagnation

Unmoved in the surge
Of daily strangers
The casual chatter
Of aimless passersby

My placid nerves
Are the conquest
Of coddled fear

The terror I cradle
In the folds 
Of my tattered psyche

By my own hands
I am rendered motionless
Retaining the world’s bounty
Selfishly
Devoid of remorse

I am 
But a seedless pasture
Where the lost tumbleweeds
Refuse to christen home