I sit on this chair, surrounded by four plain white walls 

Forcing myself to shower was a great idea but another task is at hand now, choosing the clothes 

I know if I sit longer my mother would come in to tell me off on something I already know 

My mind is blank, body wanting more 

They say “Empty mind’s a devil’s workshop” but my gears are rusted and the coal’s turned to ashes 

A sense of wanting to work is in the periphery 

But just like the horizon, catching it just makes it run further away. 

Eventually I move to my closet and take the first two things I see, a blue tee and baggy cotton shorts


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