Wednesday, 9 May 2012

When Z's are most Y's


Some days I’m sitting there thinking
of stuff I would much rather do
But nothing emerges within easy grasp
even clouds not making me blue

Thinking on purpose is tediously slow
Good ideas first seem silly then crazy
It’s then that I realise how weak I can be
Often lacking the zest to be lazy

Lay back in my chair I nod off for a while
Pretending I’m just meditating
But in truth I’m allowing the passing of time
With the world in my head hesitating

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