Idling too fast,
but why move
for the sake of movement.

I pet my head
and shuffle my feet,
doing something
that doesn't need doing.

Quite loss to the
end of the day,
a group of
rusty nights
spreading their togetherness.

My bed waits,
it doesn't call,
knowing I will
take it up and walk
into a play
that feels so much
like a life
otherwise not had.