thoughts in endless swirling
like a storm
and un-rhythmic beats of my chest
distract me
i should be listening
but my head is lost
far, far gone
deep, deep it's sunk
maybe its your stupid smile
or your uneven words
i should be listening
but the sparks are distracting
oh,
they'll surely be a second date

Procrastination


A bird chirps to get me out of bed,
But I am still resting my head and I don’t want to get up yet.
It’s nice and cozy under these blankets
And I haven’t got to go to work today,
So I am deciding what to do next.


I will get up, but I don’t want to.
I will make myself a nice breakfast
And for lunch I will have soup;
But I will not be cooking tonight because I have a date.
I must not be late.  I think she said to meet at eight…


Or was it seven?  Or half past?  Oh well.
I will figure it out;
I have no doubt,
Things they will all be just swell.


I am sure she will text me before then,
So I can pretend that I knew all along…
Maybe I will finish writing that song,
That I have been working on.


It’s so nice and warm beneath my quilt,
So why move at all when I can be happy being still?
But still I am hungry, so up I will get
And make myself some toast,
But I am so bored of bread!
My body needs sustenance and I think I need porridge;
My stomach will just have to be patient for a while
And somehow I will manage.


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