Running helter-skelter,
busy, trying to score,
Each day nearly just the
same as the one before,
Schedules to stick to,
deadlines to meet,
Running along on two
sore, tired feet
Wishing time would let
you do just a little more.
Or maybe nothing at all.
Rub your eyes, wake up
at a quarter to four,
Each day nearly just the
same as the one before,
Nothing exciting, no
people to meet,
Look out the window at
the empty street
Wishing you were able to
do just a little more
Instead of nothing at
all.
Then
one day you realize you’ve had enough, you’re done.
Step
out of the narrow life, step into the sun.
Close
your eyes, feel the gentle heat,
The earth so soft, the air so sweet,
Telling you to open your mind and do something fun.
And maybe just a little bit
Of nothing.