no dreams, no musings, no wandering thoughts, no sparks no imaginations, the mind grows tired, exits and rest stops, blue signed hiatus, hiccups, i hope, pauses, stops and breathes, if just for a second, no random paths, no probing or examining, or exploring the mind's eye, simple, shallow, weak, lack of energy, lack of effort, laws of physics, and inertia, and bodies at rest, moving across space and time to places i used to dream of, but to push, to strive, to dream, at least to dream, at least the sub conscious telling me overnight, the id rising to the forefront, driving something driving anything, pushing somewhere, anywhere, and wondering