Filling In The Blanks

Stricken by the unseen hand of Morpheus
My lids go heavy with boredom.

I look outside and wonder
Is there more to this cycle of volume

Is there  a way to cause actual impact?

Is there an action that is both significant and permanent?
Or are we all just filling the space between breaths?

Behind screens, mannequins
Dutiful, complacent all
But in 'er minds,
Nests a colourful squall
Perhaps an argument
Or last night's nightmare?
A shopping list
Or a son's broken wrist?

Is this how we fill the space
In between breaths?