watching window glass fog
isn't as fun as chilling to my favorite tunes.
especially when my minds a bog,
and the work ahead lies in sand dunes.
so i sit here with my music
looking so very joyful, so very happy.
feeling so inadequate, so useless,
until on comes my song.
and it lights up my brain, and then i know
i've done nothing wrong,
and i should let the radio play. so
i twiddle my thumbs, until
the windows fade to grey.
and relax dreaming of lentils,
until ive wasted a day.