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Doing Nothing
I am exhausted from doing nothing
I’d rather be doing something, anything;
There is no crueler torcher than
Watching the clock on my screen
Changing numbers so slowly
As if it forgoten how to count.
I’d rather be going somewhere, anywhere;
With my car windows open and rain coming in
Making me nervous and jumpy
Loosing the sight of the road
Forgetting where I'am going
Focusing on a now.
I’d rather be sleeping somewhere, anywhere;
On a beach in Pompano,
Or in a crowded subway cart
With my head bopping back and forth,
Or on a train going some place I’ve never been before
Excited to see it and scared not to like it.
I’d rather be where you are
In a gray jail cell with twelve others
With only one way in and out
That you don’t get to use enough
I’d rather be there with you
Punished for what you’ve done.
I’d rather be anywhere but here…
