To do Nothing
To do nothing, how often, I have tried
But my inquisitive mind won't sit tight
Jumpy, like a chipmunk, if it'd only abide.
Thoughts play havoc, hours of meditation glide.
My mind cooks up stories, it soars on fancy's flight!
To do nothing, how often, I have tried.
Some sorcery's up its sleeve, I'm left tongue-tied;
It floats on currents of memories, a stray kite,
Jumpy, like a chipmunk, if it'd only abide.
Minutes trickle, precious days ebb and slide
Into weeks: to tame its wildness, I've no insight.
To do nothing, how often, I have tried.
Its pretences and charades, I've always despised;
But there's not a thing I can do, to set it right.
Jumpy, like a chipmunk, if it'd only abide.
A truant child, it flees gleefully, I'm petrified.
Alas, Time's wasted on this futile fight!
To do nothing, how often, I have tried
Jumpy, like a chipmunk, if it'd only abide.
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