Nothing

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.