• Date : 5/30/2011

    Nothing
    I can’t cook
    My pot burns
    I can’t clean
    Moving Hurts
    I won’t listen
    Too stubborn to try
    I’ll block you out
    For sanity’s sake
    And erase your words
    From my memory bank
    I can do Nothing
    And yet I still can’t do anything

    So I’ll sit down
    And stare in to Space
    And spend the rest of the day
    Do Nothing

    What a task of utter Perfection!
    Never a single thought out of place!
    Of simply doing nothing all day