Motivation,
reserved.
Deserving a day to rest and of peace,
thats what I heard.
Some secret little fairy
telling me to do something for only I.
Off to my cozy soft bed
is where I lie.
Nothing,
to the world,
and all who mess with my garden,
is how I reply.
Today,
not going to give
physical use of me another try.
As I lay down,
and my blood flows like a river,
my muscles become sweet like cake,
bones like trees.
I am in control,
I can fly.
Do anything that has been told to me
No.
If that is the answer,
then who would ever put on a show?
While tired and used?
I will not be abused.
So today,
it is about the literature and
the sun.
Who would ever believe
that doing nothing
is absolute
fun.