Lethargy

Well timed momentary breaks
When the colours all seem to fade
Vigour is lost and interests fail
And all appear as grey and dull
The merry-go-round comes to a halt
Disjunctive thoughts on absurdity
In a lackluster horizon
Filled with bouts of depression
All on a slothful ride to freedom
Eventually I shall get there
But on the way having to hold on
To my inertia called lethargy.