In the furnace of my room
I sit and contemplate.
Staring at the ceiling fan
I let the whirling, twirling blades
mesmerize me.
I let my mind wander, to things
that never cross my mind.
But they don’t stay there for long.
is it just me, or have the blades of
this fan cut through my thoughts?
I stare intently, thinking of nothing
but the rotating blades,
nothing