Unborn child

A Poem by AshlineD

I am a lazy, lazy soul and this ones for all the lazy ones with me but with bubbling ideas

Once in a while a thought
concieves in my little brain
Nurtured with momentery motivation
And nutritioned with glorifying dreams
It stays in there for awhile
It is very much like building
Castles in the thin air,
without any masonry
without any plan
But it somehow gains a certain shape
Based on certain illusions.
But very soon the infant,
Before getting to see the real world
Gets intimidated by the luxuries of time and effort
And crushed beneath the ecstasies of laziness
Just like the castle unbuilt,
It shatters to the ground,
No sign of remains it has
Just like the aborted infant.
~AshD