Literature
Idle Hands Without Any Plans
Idle Hands Without Any Plans
What a way to waste a day,
Watching your own flesh decay,
How divine, as you may find,
Getting lost in your own mind,
If I may share, you're quite the pair,
That is, you and your despair,
This routine, even unseen,
Is constant and unfailing,
(but) Not to fear, just rest my dear,
Tomorrow is another year.
