Ode to the Mindless

Let’s raise a toast to empty thought,  
To all the things that thinking’s not:
A stroll, a drive, a gentle sway,  
Where worries simply drift away.

I love to walk and let my mind  
Unravel knots I’ll never find.  
Or fly through clouds, just gazing out,  
No urgent need to think about.

Sunbathing’s bliss, with brain on snooze,  
My only task:  which limb to bruise.  
A rocking chair, a gentle creak,  
No need for wisdom - just a squeak.

And TV’s glow, that siren song,  
Where hours slip serenely wrong.  
No puzzles here, no mental strain.  
Just let the plot drip through my brain.

So here’s to all those vacant joys,  
The mindless games, the idle noise.  
For sometimes, thinking’s overrated.
I’d rather be un-contemplated.