I did not wake up
To find my Humdrum Dreams strewn
All over the place
Been holing up at home wasting the Earth’s resources. It’s not easy to have your cake and be able to eat it, because I find myself wallowing in dissatisfaction even when I have too much time on my hands, a utopian condition I previously yearned for.
Too much time on my hands, it’s ticking away at my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, it’s hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and it’s ticking away from me
A little anarchy and chaos would be so nice. Life’s a bit too quiet.
I admit I’m being delusional here, because I have a tidal wave of responsibilities (both welcomed and unwelcomed) patiently waiting to drown me while I sit serenely on the beach gazing meditatively at it, pretending that I know full well how to handle the storm when it comes.
edit: Am thinkin up interview questions, hearing (not listening to) music, blogging and cooking green bean soup over a stove fire now, all at the same time. what fun.