Not doing a thing

A poem after a long day of failing to do anything useful.

📆 24 Nov 2022 📕 102 words ⏳ 0 min. 🏷️ writing

I can’t concentrate on anything
All day long, in front of a screen
Be it the World Cup, or someone’s rambling
My notebook aside, empty and clean

Many things add up to trouble
On the simplest task, I remain still
My father knows, he sees through me
I don’t want to fail his will

While doing this very writing
There’s still work to do, I’ve seen
Maybe after this I will be starting
Be it homework, or a project, or a dream


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