I’ve spent my day doing nothing
Just nothing at all
Feeling what it’s like to life with myself
Without the cover up of something to do
Somewhere to go, or something to buy.

Only pacing around
Feeling the moments
Of emptiness that lives in between
The spaces of things I’ve already done
Waiting for another thing to come along

Some time does pass fast
Most minutes melt slow
Like a candle’s wax
Burning low

I’ve noticed
When the candle is blown out
The candle still looks the same
The only change
Was the atmosphere.
Then suddenly my fear
Of productivity
Disappears, and fades away
Traveling like smoke,
Making it’s way to my ceiling
Then I get this feeling
That everything is alright
I’ll be just fine.

Some time does pass fast
Most minutes melt slow
Like a candle’s wax
burning low

I love the smell of the once was a flame
It reminds me of a birthday
After a wish is made
Sometimes I wonder where all those wishes go
Or the one’s we paid for in the fountain.

Early on
I was taught
Happiness can be bought.

No more wishing in the fountains
Off of cakes, or stars,
Anything I want to be
Cultivates from me.

Anything I want to be
Cultivates from me.