When My World Stands Still

As I sit here simply wondering,
What, where, when, and mostly why?
With the blank light of the screen,
And my fingers on the keys.
I listen to a song in loop,
I stare into a corner.
I let the cursor stop and blink,
The music rise and fall.
I let my heart drown in the sound,
I let the dark room disappear.

I let the emptiness descend,
For then, my world stands still.

I do not bother with a rhyme,
For I am not inspired.
I do not bother to sit and think,
For time is thought in motion.
And since time is out to lunch,
I have nothing to feed my soul.

I wonder if this helps?

When the clock forgets to tick,
When people forget to breathe,
When our hearts just fail to beat,
When everything simply sinks,
Into despair, a kind of listlessness,
A kind of torpor of the being.
And the being is the Earth,
And the Earth is sluggish, heavy.
And you wear existence like a cloak,
Slipping from your shoulders.
Only it's departure is a different weight entirely.

This is when, for me, the world stands still.

I am not awake,
Nor am I asleep,
The cloak slips down, down...
It waits, it holds it's breath.
And when I try to slip out completely,
It plays with me, and holds on fast,

And then, quite as suddenly,
It throws itself back on.

The spell is broken, the wakening rude,
The world's heart beats around me.
The clock ticks on,
And life moves forward,
Now the world awaits me.

I feel cold.