Do Something

Do something.

Oh, for God’s sake, do something.

Stop lying around doing nothing.

I tell myself over, and over, again.

I will myself to move.

I don’t move.

I run through my to-do list,

and then I run through my list of reasons as to why I can’t do the to-do list.

Bored to tears.

Bored to the end of the Earth.

So, do something.

Do anything.

I’ll scroll through my phone.

No not that.

Do something proper.

Daydream.

Think of stories.

Write those stories down?

No, just think.

Lay down and think, and think, and think.

I need to pee.

Get up and go to the bathroom.

But no, I don’t feel like it.

So, I stay put.

I’m due a day of nothing.

The world is so busy,

and nothing is so relaxing.

But then comes the shame.

You were given the precious gift of life,

and yet, you are doing nothing.

Do something.

I have a nap.

I wake up.

Now I’m well rested, I can do something.

Three hours have gone by.

This is going to be a day of nothing.

But, hey, at least I didn’t have to think for a while.

I’ve got work tomorrow,

and that will dominate the whole day.

One day, I will do something.

It just won’t be today, and that’s okay.